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Curiosity killed the cat.
2005-06-04

You know, I promised myself i'd stop thinking about it. I'd stop talking about it. I'd stop writing about it. But I can't.

Found out the boy and his new gf are moving in together...fucking moving in. "It's not as seroius as it all seems between us" was his statement to me. Right...so you just fucking move in with her? why do i care why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why.

Ugh. Fuck this shit. Everyone is telling me to move on.. I'm telling me to move on. But it's going nowhere every time i think i break through and go foreward I have to be nosey and peak into his life and poke and press...only to be broken by the very thing i inflicted on myself. The knowledge i craved so much, just gives me a good kick in the ass. He fails to mentions thigns like these to me on purpose. because he doesn't want me to know, because he wants to keep me strung along, or because he knows it'll kill me. the third is worse than the second. Because then he knows he still has the power to pull me down, and build me back again.

Curiosity killed the Jenn.

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