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I can't believe I just texted him. Haven't I learn that it is never a good  TO TEXT HIM. It is my doom. My lowest point I had to somehow find another way. I wanted to not message or text him but this sudden urge and instinct drew me towards a long slow path of worries. Why is he not responding, does he hate me, maybe hes in the shower. It never ends. Like never. Is there a part of me that wants that bad mystery. A sense of want and desire. Maybe for the next few stages of my life I need to embrace my wants and respect my needs. Not in a pervy way but in a I don't need it way. Maybe this was the start of something new. I can either take a chance or die alone its simple. And for this damsel I knew exactly my answer.