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She broke up with me on fucking Valentine's Day. What the hell? And don't ask me why because all I got out of the whole ordeal from her was a lot of incoherent mumbling and not a single goddamn reason. So I cried all the way from Duluth to Chippewa Falls, followed by two hours of numbness and the crying started again in full force as soon as I was outside of Wausau. In light of the situation, Mom broke out the blender and made margaritas so now I'm drunk. And now I'm sitting here looking at the 5,000 pictures of Bridget that I have hung all over the place and trying to figure out why the fuck any of this is going on, but it's beyond me. I just want to go to bed and melt into oblivion and never have to see her again. | . |