I sat in bed thinking about him tonight. A person almost three years ago, I never thought I’d even care to remember. But there I was, wondering why he hadn’t called tonight. Or why he had called so late previously. I’m tired of this bullshit. Tired of the games, tired of the baggage. Just tired. I don’t want to entertain it anymore.

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