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i cried today. i went upstairs and cried to my pillow. i cried to it about how i screwed up and how i wanted to make it better and how i was so, so, sorry. i cried to my pillow because my best friend was mad at me, and i can't stand it. i have nowhere else to turn. if i can't talk to her then i am alone. and the only thing i can talk to is my pillow, and i can't even talk to it, i can only cry to it. so i hope she reads this. because maybe it might prove to her that i really am sorry. and maybe it will show her how much i really need her. i hope so.