Funnily enough, in one night I realize that my five "options" are not options at all, just wishful thinking. You can only imagine what a lovely effect that has had on my mood.
I had this all written out in my head, and yet I still cannot find the words to actually type it up. Strange how that works.
I guess I have just come to a few too many realizations in one night.
I've realized that people keep secrets from me, even if I tell them everything.
I've realized that I'm not over it, and that the gaping wounds are still fresh.
I've realized that I'm at a really crummy age because although I'm mature for my age, my age turns guys off.
I've realized that putting yourself out there is extremely dangerous, but utterly necessary.
I've realized that I'm not as smart as I always thought I was.
I've realized that I'm not as important to people as I thought.
That last one sucks the worst. Hurts.
P.S. - You said you didn't count. It's anything but that. So far from that. Just so you know.
Signing off,
Abigail
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