So I'm not technically going on a date, however, I'm going to a guy's house this morning for him to cook me breakfast...
I need this to break away as things have plummeted with the last object of my affection.
I feel so damned depressed because I hate this part.
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it....
Oh, btw, this is the start of day two.
I can't wait until I'm no longer counting!
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