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Keep diaries.
All of you, keep a diary.
Because you will FORGET. You will forget the good stuff, it's richness, the exact words.
You will forget you FELT that way.
And you forget, oh how you forget, the bad stuff.
They say don't sweat the small stuff? Sweat it, and don't forget it.
Small stuff ends up being a big pile of Big Stuff.
Do you leave and leave your dust? And what happens? Big Dust.
I wrote in my diary last night, it's a bi monthly occurrence. The biggest things seem to happen to me once every two months. They are: Breaking up; And: Getting Back Together.

It's easy to think, when you're breaking up (like a phone line to the other side of the earth where loneliness resides) that this is the ONLY break up in the history of your life. It is VERY easy to question yourself. All day you swing (I swing) from certain to uncertain, from confidence to despairing.
What you need to do, is read back through your diary, and hear yourself tell yourself
how bad it has all been.
just how god aweful bad it has been, for so, so long.

There she is (you) waiting, falling off lines in scribbly handwriting, in your diary
waiting to tell you something urgent
from the other side of the earth
"It's not been good, Leave him"

And then you can close the book.