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At this point, I have no idea who is in the wrong for the breakup. It really doesn't matter, now that it's done and over with. They've moved on, and so should I. But all I know is that I can't stop thinking about it. I did this to myself. I ended it because I was transforming into this bitter old hag that hated everything and everyone who was better off and successful, who didn't have to attend two funerals out of the whole goddamn year. And if my one relative keeps drinking himself to oblivion, it's going to be three.

I'm trying to get into Stoicism, but it's a bit difficult when all of my waking thoughts are how I'm some villain to everyone I get close to. I deserve better.