I need to be over him.
He's nothing but someone, something I'm trying to hang out to.
He's not the one.
There's no such thing as the one.
He's not the one.
There's no such thing as the one.
The sooner I accept this, the sooner I'll be really living my life.
I've taken the simpler times in the past for granted, haven't I?
Besides...
It's 2026 and I'm still trying to get over a guy.
It's like I'm trying not to be happy.
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