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Ever since I basically told Bellamy to fuck off, I've felt lighter and happier. I smile much more and I do things- I don't really know how to explain it but I do things!

I had just finished packing up my stoneware into a box, I added styrofoam balls on top of the plates. Somebody tell me why packing is so fucking refreshing? Or maybe it's the 'I'm finally learning how to be independent and away from Bellamy' jitters that are making me so happy.

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