I Need To Find Me.

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11:23 p.m. - 2005-06-05

So. He left me. He really did, no longer cares and is not going to come back to me and is really not going to love me anymore. It might be my fault. It might be more my responsability than his. But I’ve learnt a lot of things from him, smaller and greater that did not do me any bad for sure. And now I am going to find myself other occupation than stressing myself about this.
(filling out the points of ’emotional-focused stress handling techincs’ in my psichology book.)
I might need to put ’they’ instead of ’him’ so I can deal with all my past at the same time.
Only that my past is the only thing I really have. Present is trasparent. Future is foggy.
Too many skeletons in every cupboard.
Too many clothes in my wardrobe.
Too many nightmares, still.
Too many sentences I won’t forget.