I finally moved that big dog he gave me into the basement. I'm going to sell it when we have a yard-sale. I would burn it, but I don't have enough nail polish removed to soak it. Besides, Granma wouldn't be too happy if I caught the house on fire or burned the grass in her yard. I found a new stuffed animal to replace his teddy bear, I just need to wash it so it doesn't smell like basement. I don't talk to him unless he talks to me first, and I don't cry every time I hear country music anymore. Only when I hear Tomorrow or Our Song. I'm finally starting to not beat myself up over the break up. It's stupid that I cared for so long, especially