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Infatuation. I can't even begin to describe my hatred towards that word. Being infatuated with someone, or something, doesn't mean shit. What it means is that you have nothing better to do with your life than to think about that someone or something, constantly...with no hope of gaining reality until that fascination seizes to exist...and then you're stuck obsessing about how stupid and naive you were through that whole time period. ...that's basically what infatuation is...in most cases, that is. Obsession. Such a pathetic word. One which has many meanings, but truly doesn't mean a thing. The past few days....I've had a lot of time to think and a lot of time to miss things. And I've realized I took a lot for granted. And I have to pay for that. But I also think there's a lot to be said for what happened today... We talked, about the last few days for the first time today. Without inhibitions, and without fear.
Approximate Word count = 643
Approximate Pages = 2.6
(250 words per page double spaced)
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