September 23, 2005 - 1:43 a.m.
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Today something came out of my mouth while talking to Sean, that I hadn't really thought of before I said it, but suddenly realized it was true. You know how it is. I said that I used to be a hopeless romantic, until I broke a few hearts. That ruined me - while I'm still romantic, its not as predominant. I think that when I hurt other people, even though I wrestle with myself, I have to see myself as someone who can actively say "no" to love, instead of just being someone who lost someone else. I have to be the one actually making that change and that decision to erase that part from both our lives. Being able to see yourself as someone who can hurt another person you once held with all your life, is shattering. How can I call myself a romantic when I've seen myself tear things apart?
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