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know I'm too much sometimes. I just miss her so much it forms a little knot in my stomach, and when she comes online, or texts me back, it unties and I'm relaxed. That's the only time I relax anymore. Not even professional massage therapists can release that tension now. But she's magic. It just all disappears. Sometimes I cry when I see a response. It just feels like I finally have someone. I don't have to be alone anymore. Maybe it isn't a big deal for her, and this is all just dramatics, but to me it's reality. I sit on the edge of my seat when I see a new message, holding my breath. Most of the time it's spam, or Facebook letting me know that a friend of a friend posted on her cousin's friend's husband's profile. Sometimes I can't contain myself and I just text her. I look back on the messages, reading her responses. Usually there is one of her replies every six of my messages. It makes me feel sick, how desperate and obnoxious I must seem. But I can't help myself. I get so greedy when she texts me back. I suddenly need that attention I've been craving, and it takes me an hour, maybe even a day to wind myself down and leave her alone. It's just so nice to be cared about. And now it's worse than ever. I've had a hard week, but I'm pretty good at hiding it. Not good enough. I can't help it anymore... I can't do it. So all of the emotion has to come out, and this is the only way that helps. This and squeezing a little stuffed bunny that means everything to me. So, I'm going to talk about him... It feels insignificant now, but when I wrote the first part, it was a big deal. So I'll read and edit this next part, and hopefully it will be one less thing crushing my soul and strangling my heart. And then I'll never post it, because this is stupid, accomplishes nothing for anyone besides me, and just seems like a waste of time. Besides... Who gves a fuck about what happened? I'm too emotionally drained for this. i'm going to go shut down. It's one am now, and she said she'd be around, there's no trace. I understand, she's busy and has more important things. i'm going to crash and hopefully never wake back up.