You know what I've decided I hate most about a breakup? That I feel like I've lost myself. I look back at who I've become over the past few weeks, months even, and I don't like who I see. I miss myself. I miss when I used to be happy and fun and funny, I miss when I liked myself so much that person sleeping next to me couldn't help but love me. I need to figure out what to do to bring that girl back.
p.s. The thing I hate second most is that I want to punch him in the face for being such a jerk but I know it won't do any good.
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