I might have stayed in that room forever (or at least until the weekend) had one of my closest friends not shown up with just the thing for a broken heart – blank CDs. I made it my prerogative to fully experience the anguish of my first heartbreak by locking myself in my room, pouring over old photos, and writing tear-soaked love poems. When my first serious boyfriend broke up with me the summer after I graduated high school, I was thoroughly and completely devastated.
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