Goodbye
Scribbled on 28 December, 2006 at about 2:37 a.m.
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...the first entry, revoking the offer of shelter, I understood that.
You do need to push me away. I know that. And I'm sorry for phoning you. I didn't know who else to talk to.
But I told you I'm strong enough to stop hurting you, this time. "This stinks of manipulation."
That's what hurt.
I just...fine.
No, love, I never had the intention of coming back to you over this. I don't need to come back into your life, and you need me to stay out of it.
I was violated in a way I will never be comfortable with. I needed a friendly voice. That's all.
It hurts to have me just as s friend, too. Fine. I can even understand that.
They say six months no contact is what it takes to detach from somebody you need to get away from. So this is my last entry here for at least that long.
I won't bother saying I'm sorry. You're sick of hearing it.
Maybe I'll see you after June.




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