She just messaged me asking what my name is.
Oh.
My.
God.
Fail.
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I did end up running that day. Ran until my legs fucking burned. Pump up music blasting through the earpieces of my iPod. I love running. I'm not quick and I don't have Olympic stamina, but all of that doesn't matter. It's about conquering yourself. Telling yourself that you can run that extra minute, or five minutes, or ten minutes, because you know that no matter how long you run, and no matter how much it hurts, your body will be just fine at the end. In fact, it will be better than how it was before.
Just don't, ya know, go too far and die. Kids do that every once in a while. Heart conditions are a real motherfucker.
When I got back to my house I sat around, did abs, and ended up staring at the ceiling blankly while listening to relaxing music at a reasonable volume.
I realized that I wasn't as mad as I thought I was. Hell, I'm not even upset about it now.
See, our problem is obvious. Just look at the times we choose to communicate. How we're structured then isn't proper. If it were the way it is now, at this exact moment, we'd be better off. Friendship could work. But we have to watch our structure. Because when all else, it doesn't work. Not with our history.
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Fuck I am so excited for tomorrow. Really fucking exited.
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