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Shayne and Justin and I have continued our new Friday night tradition of buying fast food and sitting on my bed talking about our lack of a love life, and how much we were all hurt by Rebecca. It gets me to a sad place, it brings up all these memories I don't want, and I can't tell if it's helping by talking about it. It seems to just bring more awful realizations or facts to light. But it at the very least is real, is friends talking about a bunch of stuff, and abusing Google's image search. I called the wrong one my best friend all my life. I looked the other way for too long...and now when I look I'm blinded.