Today, while waiting for my $5 dollar French mani, I finally decided to do that which I should have done 6 weeks ago: delete so-and-so’s text messages. (First off, yes, it’s sad that I count the weeks, but what’s a girl to do?). What took me so long? I guess there was a false sense of comfort in having them on my phone, whilst taking up phone space. Possibly it was a coping mechanism… Instead of trashing everything all at once, I need to take incremental steps. Next up is to take down pictures. My excuse, and truth, for them still being up? I had nothing to replace them with, silly I know, but true. If I have a blank space, it will simply continue to remind me of what was once in its place.

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