last night in my dreams, i committed a murder. psychology tells me that i want a person in my life gone, i am kicking an old habit, and/or i hate myself.
i think i'm kicking an old habit. she was never really in my life. and, i'm not my number-one fan, but i don't want to kill myself. i think i'm coming to terms with the fact that she really doesn't matter and possibly never did.
i've been trained to be so worried about the ex's. but, i think this time, i really don't have to be. it's unreal.
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