So, my world just imploded. Out of all the cities and hotel lobbies in the world he happened to be in this one, on this weekend. And I just had to run into him. Life was great, or well you know, it was going. Got a girlfriend that I love, a major that I enjoy-a plan. But just seeing him, remembering what happened...He just took my life, the little Jenga tower that made it up, and kicked over the table I was building it on. Dear god I'm losing my mind. I'm officially putting the psychology blog on hold. Because I need to figure out just what the fuck is happening.
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