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I'm done. It's all good now. I'm scratching those last 2 entries out. Staying heartbroken is killing me. So I'm done being heartbroken. I don't care anymore. It's not important.

They broke the heart and never knew it. Then whats the point in worry about it?

There's not one.

So I'm done.

I'm done trying to get help, I'm done wanting help, and I'm done being heart broken.

Yes, it hurt. But I'm of waiting for something. Anything. Even if it's someone else.
It's not worth it.

So I'm done. I'm not worried about it.

I had some support. But it's gone, and I'm tired of waiting for someone else to help me feel better.

I know I'll be fine. I'm picking myself back up again. No one else is. Just me.

So I'm fine now. I'm ready to jump out there and do whatever.