Last night, out of whatever reasons, I ended up cleaning the entire first floor. I was mainly pissed off. I am a bit angry. I want to get out and meet new people. I need to put myself out there, lest I end up stuck where I am.
I am going to stop this ex crap. After all, it's not convenient. It scares me. Every single time. I'm better off on my own, and then I can just put myself out there and see what happens.
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