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So I was right, in a way, I saw my bff yesterday, and today, but I was a little wrong about why I hadn’t seen her. Doesn’t mean I would have seen her if she still had a bf.

I won’t go into too much detail but seeing someone handle a breakup infinitely better and with more understanding than I could is both inspiring and whatever the feeling is when you know you have a long way to go to being mature enough to communicate your feelings to the other person, let alone know what it is you feel.

13 days without seeing my bff but she and her dude broke up last night so I will probably see her tomorrow.

I like to count things like how many times do I have to tell myself not to text that guy anymore before I don’t text that guy ever again. Yesterday was the first official time I told myself, with this particular guy.

I think I’m getting good at this so I don’t think it’ll be more than twice.

So now it’s ten days since I’ve seen my bff.

My best friend who I usually see almost every day has a boyfriend now let’s see how long it is before I see her. It’s been 8 days so far.

The next suitable person you’re in a light conversation with, stop suddenly in the middle of the conversation and look at the person closely and say, “What’s wrong?” You say it in a concerned way. He’ll say, “What do you mean?” You say, “Something’s wrong. I can tell. What is it?” And he’ll look stunned and say, “How did you know?” He doesn’t realize something’s always wrong, with everybody. Often more than one thing. He doesn’t know everybody’s always going around all the time with something wrong and believing they’re exerting great willpower and control to keep other people, for whom they think nothing’s ever wrong, from seeing it.
The Pale King, David Foster Wallace  (via alighthouseofwords)