Journal

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It makes me mad when people say I'm not over him or when people say I still want him or that I still cry over him. Of course I still wonder what I did but other than that I am over it. I like someone else. I'm not jumping into any relationship any time soon but still. I've spent too many long hours crying over him and I'm done. It does me no good. Crying won't help me get better. I am over it. It just. It makes me so mad. Music really helps. It blocks out thought and the only thing running in my mind is the lyrics and the notes and the rhythm. The louder the music the better. And if I'm with a friend and we're blasting our music and singing along even though we both think our voices are terrible. It's the best feeling. That's where I feel the most real.