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title: "Facebook journal — 2025-07-12"
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created: 2026-10-11T06:41:04.536Z
updated: 2026-10-11T06:41:04.536Z
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# Facebook journal — 2025-07-12

Everythimh & nothing - indefinitely - drunk text the ex

It’s strange what will remind  me of you.
I’m setting so many alarms. 
Makes me think of holding you, all your alarms going off. I miss the feeling of your ear against my nose.
I got diversion. 

I still love you so much. 

No one will ever make me feel, the way you did, when you did, so far as I know. 

I know you’ve moved on, don’t care, regret it, and all the same I love you.

Isn’t it strange and sad that you thought and I did too that Becky meant anything to me, and now, the way I miss you, the way I miss holding you. The way I miss looking at you. 

I feel nothing, you wouldn’t recognize me anymore. I can’t even remember,  being in the same mind that had you, or the one that came after. I’ve moved six times in five months. 

Sooner than later I’ll be an unidentified body at the morgue, money or not, I don’t make friends,  I’ve just become some sort of a ghost. 

I am trying to tell you I love you, but, I don’t love anymore, and I’m not asking you to come back. 

I’m trying to tell you that when I was the me that you knew, you effected me, and, as compared to anyone I can ever say I loved, it’s definitely you, every time it would be you. 

I don’t know what I am anymore. I don’t feel much of, anything, something in me broke, if I could recognize sad, I’d tell you it’s sad, but, you’re not sentimental, I’m not either. It’s strange how much more we have in common, now, than before, granted, I still pretend to be, many of the things I used to be. 

I hope you’re happy. I don’t believe in hope anymore, or despair, but, for you, for your own sake, I would believe in it, authentically. 

I hope you’re happy. And I hope everyone you care about is happy and healthy. 

I may have be your worst ex. And, i am so proud of you for leaving me for good. But, you’ll always be the girl who saved me when I didn’t deserve saving, so, even if I don’t feel love anymore, if I loved anyone, I’d love you for that. 

Sleep softly. You’re one of one.

## Facts

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  "platform": "Facebook",
  "source_id": "https://facebook.com/100035971342878/posts/pfbid02tqy3uLArhy8oWDtLZ1vZ6mnEwmzgjjovjmYhn1YTSGMQ4LGmPrxXwsyp8LBV1F6al/",
  "date_as_recorded": "2025-07-12",
  "post_type": "text",
  "author": "Cyrus Massoumi",
  "retrieval": "Facebook connection timeline fetch, 2026-10-10 (case file Appendix C)"
}
```

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