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"Are you gun be laffin when I crack yo skull?"

I forgot how much comfort food really meant to me, until the pair of us cool kids ate the equivilant of 24 cookies in dough form. Yum, is all I have to say. And it sort of brought some kind of relief to the thunderingly depressed butterflies, if not a permanent end to their torment.

Sometimes days like those are important, even if they seem so insignificant and just another way to add to our waists. We laughed and ate and internally cried and angsted through lame prank calls and raptor jesus facebook spamming.

All before my "coffee" with someone who I used to be romantically involved with. And we talked.

We talked for an hour while I sipped my Starbucks Hot Tea and he played with his bag buckle. But we talked. And it was. Good.

We pretty much sorted everything that needed sorting, and now everything makes sense. It was ridiculous the ammount I'd realised that I'd been stressing about having done the wrong thing at some point, or wondering what the internal reason for our breakupage was.

The fact is, that I'm not as crappy a girlfriend as I thought I was, and I'm accepting that with relief and a confidence boost. Also, what I realised, is that we went out for a reason, just like we broke up for a reason, the latter of which was probably very poor. But we used to have immense feelings for eachother, that have only faded with time, so as I walked away feeling good about myself, I wondered would they return?

It's possible, but at the moment, I don't see it. So, maybe I'll just leave that thought on the back burner, while I concentrate on enjoying life without emotional attachments to cute boys. And, maybe something will come of it, but maybe not, and I'm alright with either option, I suppose.

So, now all I can worry my little head about, is my next confrontation, which will hopefully go smoothly and lead to a better understanding. I'm hoping that we'll either decide to "maybe try again when we're ready" or just leave it as one of those "never again" type relationship-fails.

But right now, I'm going to cuddle up in my bed with my pillow, put my mixtape into my cd player, and let the surround sound engulf me, while I read my dad's old book, and pretend that I'm not sick anymore.