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this was... sunday night? cue me crying in a bathroom stall. that's probably the harshest thing he's ever said to me; he's not like that at all. so that's upset me a lot. i'm getting better at dealing with it, especially since his other ex, who i've met but don't know well (we're friends on facebook) decided to console me via facebook message. so lately, that is depressing me, and i'm busy having an existential crisis about The Meaning of Life and What I Should Be Doing with Mine. And what happens after death. wtf brain. i'm having trouble shutting it off. i can't tell if i'm depressed from the breakup still, or if i did the too-dependent-on-the-boy thing again and that's why i feel like my life has no meaning. I'm not moping around constantly though... i'm busy, i do fun stuff, etc. but when i have time to think i get pretty sad. arghhh.

