I think I've fucked it up. Again.
Of course, it was inevitable, wasn't it? I can't have a boyfriend, it isn't conducive to me, or to college. or to anything. And now, of course, he's not responding to anything that I say. I think I freaked the poor boy out, telling him he was like a fever-bright sunset (which he is) as opposed to a shatterkid or a
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