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It's so strange to look back to... then. I did today, sort of on accident. And you know what? My roommate was right, absolutely right. It was all about me being hurt and needing to work through that. And now it's so much better, so so so much better that it's amazing. It's not perfect. It's not back to where it was, and maybe it won't ever be because I don't have that same schedule anymore, I don't have that kind of time.

But it's not full of that awful tension.

I am so glad that's over.