I fucked up, didn't I.

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I fucked up, didn't I.

You know when you think stuff over for ages? I thought this stupid motherfucking break up over for ages, or as long as I can think about things. Two solid hours, plus the vague thoughts all this evening when I was sat next to him in Waterstones and I looked at him and there was nothing.
Well, I thought it over. I discussed it with him. There were times when I could've gone back on it, I could've said 'fuck this, I'll stay with you'.
I think I may finally know the meaning of self loathing.