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Sunday was...awkward.
Just awkward.
I miss that look, that one that I saw, but...not like that.
And I can't pretend it was right because it wasn't.
Neither times that it's been like this since it was right has been good because it's always so wrong and just...awkward. and fucked up.
No one will understand
But I could talk about it for so long
But I won't
I can't
The words are trapped somewhere inside of me and I can't find them because if I do I'll start to cry about everything I've tried to repress.
Obviously I haven't done a very good job repressing it anyways but I'll go crazy if I don't try.
And I left my yearbook at school.
And I have 2 more finals that I'm not ready for.
And I wonder if anyone still loves me...
And....
~~katy