I have to stave off this ridiculous panic, sadness and petulance that keep hitting me when I think about him and his inscrutable mixed signals. I am over it. I really am. I just wish it had turned into something.
I never thought I'd hit 30 completely unable to start or maintain any sort of relationship.
I'm really quite terrified of how short life is and how fast it is slipping away from me.
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