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Heard a new love story today. Another lovely relationship is going to blossom! Good on them! In the same conversation, talked about a not so long lost friend, you. Once again, it hurts. I rub more salt on my own wound. To find out you might have treated me as a toy. It's the same as having someone punching me on my face. It helps to pull me away from the shit hole. But I can't help missing you too. I still want to see you. I am digging my own grave all over again! What to do? I can't get over it in 2 months.

But afterall, I am not feeling as bad as before, its a sign of recovery. No more obession, not so much missing and crying. Yes, think it positively, I am recovering. Becoming the happy Jen as I was before.

Are you happy? Does anyone ask yourself everyday? Either in the beginning or the end of the day. I should be. Why am I so hard to please?

On the other hand, a relationship had ended. I have been trying to help out a friend. Until it reaches my limit and I snapped. I can't take the pressure. Her constant complains and refused to listen to my response. Friends are always my mirror, I kept telling myself, I cannot behave like her.