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Why does my journal intimidate me now? I used to love getting on here and just pouring my heart out. Every little thing went in here. Now I can't bear to write what the weather's doing. I think it's because I've missed so much. SO much has happened that I haven't captured that it makes me feel weird to try and jump in now.
Today on the way to work, Camille told me she wasn't happy anymore. She said she doesn't know why, and she doesn't know what to do. It feels like the beginning of the end. I'm losing my girl.
Today on the way to work, Camille told me she wasn't happy anymore. She said she doesn't know why, and she doesn't know what to do. It feels like the beginning of the end. I'm losing my girl.