Stop it because you’re just hurting yourself and you know that. Ignore it. IGNORE IT.
Okay, so the dreams you can’t control but this? This is stupidity in it’s most pure form. And you know it so what the hell do you think you are doing Rebecca? Wth do you think you are doing? The only one who cares is you and you don’t want to care so you need to stop. Stop everything.
Stop the world because I want to get off.
Ignore your gut. Ignore everything that you think might be telling you something because it isn’t. It was wrong with James and it is certainly wrong with this. If he gave a damn about you in the way you wish he did then he would have told you by now. Yes, he’s a stubborn, thick ass, but he wouldn’t take this long. You’re not in a movie and there is no such thing as happily ever after. There never was.
You’re gonna die alone and old with nothing but cats for company and you will damn well bloody like it because if you don’t you’re only in for a shit load more heart break and as we’ve clearly shown you don’t seem to be able to cope with that too well. You let arseholes like Stephen in too readily and you show your damn vulnerability to people like him more easily than anyone bloody else.
Stop giving a fuck about him.
Stop it.
Seriously. It’s not helping. It just makes you angry because you don’t know what else to do. And you’re only angry because you’re frightened and hurt. You’re not an animal. Pull yourself together.
DO IT.
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