Maybe the problem isn't them. It's me. I feel detached after. Like I'm prepared for that person to leave and to never give a shit or a look back so I don't have to worry or care about them. I think I find comfort in that. I embrace it. I look forward to it, maybe. I'm not sure. I just know that I realized lingering makes me antsy. And caring leaves me uneasy. I don't know what to do in that rare situation.
I shoo off care. "No, no don't worry about me. I'm fine."
I feel fine.
I feel happy. I mean, I have been really happy lately. With a few bumps here and there, but whatever.
I may go up to 5, but none after.
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