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"I see people turn their heads and quickly turn away"
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"I could not force this thing happening to you"
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I emailed Will today. Openning this journal to him. I wanted to show him what became of me-- how I've grown, how I've hurt and how I've lived. And it backfired. Oh, yes it did.
Will mentioned previously that he was still in love with his last. As confirmed today, his last wasn't me. Why the tears? Why the downfall of my self-esteem?
I have the most wonderful person in bed right now and I can't turn off the waterworks to climb in with him. He reminds me so much of him, but fits me tenfold. And I want to paint it black.
I'm so compulsive.
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"I see people turn their heads and quickly turn away"
.
.
.
.
.
"I could not force this thing happening to you"
.
.
.
.
.
I emailed Will today. Openning this journal to him. I wanted to show him what became of me-- how I've grown, how I've hurt and how I've lived. And it backfired. Oh, yes it did.
Will mentioned previously that he was still in love with his last. As confirmed today, his last wasn't me. Why the tears? Why the downfall of my self-esteem?
I have the most wonderful person in bed right now and I can't turn off the waterworks to climb in with him. He reminds me so much of him, but fits me tenfold. And I want to paint it black.
I'm so compulsive.