U mad bro?

In order to diversify the writing process a little, I thought it'd be better to kick off with the end of the message.
In fact, not at all, it's just stupid, but let's do this anyway, cuz dat's what I am.

I've fucked it up.

Voilà.

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Is it true? Has it really been 6 months already? I mean, today's the "half anniversary" right? Shit, what's up with that. I still don't know much more, I've still got the same questions. But I'm not exhausting myself trying to answer them. F*ck dem.

This morning was the very first one, in this long six month time, that I didn't think of you. I woke up; you weren't there. It doesn't mean Rex and pas didn't get their " good morning " kisses; but, may it be a sign that
I'm starting to heal?

I still feel the hole in my heart, it still stings when I say your name or talk about you, but it seems the remaining parts of the corpse have started to beat again. And lately, I can feel the flow of feelings, happiness and boring stuff like that. Like, dude, that's quite good. I have to admit I'm not over it yet; but I'm well through the aftermath already. And I can foolishly say, as the very cocky kid I am; we've been doing hell of a job.

The only problem might be the unclear reasons of "why is it going way - insert best word on your own, you lazy ass - all of a sudden?". Because it's thanks to someone; and it means a lot to me; whereas I don't think the person foresees the way I'm going to follow now.
And I'm quite afraid to hit this peculiar road.

That's gonna be a long year man; and I'd better take care because if I don't; I'll once again be able to say that

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