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It's for the best. It's for the best. A monotonous stream of voices were trudging through my head. All strangely familiar. With a start, I realised that they were all mine, mixed with confusion, sadness and minor despair.

I was sitting on my bed, arms wrapped around my knees, contemplating what I had done.

I groaned inwardly. Screw you, Hugh, you stupid, tall, pale-as-f**k lampost. You'd been such a good boyfriend. Well, for the first four months, at least. I allowed my thoughts to drift back blissfully into the past...until something yanked me back into the present.

"You've broken up with him already, you dimwit. Stop daydreaming." With a start, I whipped my head around my room, looking for the intruder, until I realised.

Oh, it was just me again. I tried to pull myself together.

It was for the best, really.