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If I write it here, I’ll have to make the attempt. It’s what I keep saying to myself, anyway. At the least, if I write it here, I will feel better.

I must stop seeing b. Each time I do, it’s great, but then after we’re done I feel like shit. Like a drug that shouldn’t be abused, the adrenaline rush is so good, and then the come down is so bad.

I’m assuming that the best moments when we’re together are not the same for me as for him. I have deleted his phone number from my phone like five separate times in hopes of forgetting him. It’s not working.

I started liking him along the way, and that’s why I feel sucky. So the only way to stop this madness is to break the pattern. I can’t keep myself from thinking about him when we’re not together and it’s driving me insane.