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I. There are these words caught between my heart and my tongue, you see. Words that form sentences, sentences that fill paragraphs and stories and dreams. The problem is, no matter how hard I try, I cannot manage to show you the pieces I have written many times on bathroom mirrors.
II. I've learned there is a fine line between love and obsession; the hard part is defining which is which. Is it love that makes you burn everytime you hear his name? Or is it obsession that makes you watch every movie he mentions, meet every person he knows? I've never been so unsure. I used to be the girl that made heads turn, now I'm some wallflower, that girl whose name you can never match up to her face. No matter, if things go according to plan, I will soon disappear.
III. I just got back from Atlanta and the family is finally gone. I'm sleeping on a bed for the first time in two weeks, and I must say it feels great. The toilet seat is staying down and no more of that dear cousinboy for at least two more years. Still, I'm not sure if I liked the ending of this chapter, the relatives hating me and not talking to me for the last two days they were here. Happy Fourth of July.
IV. Show me your secrets, favorite quotes, and drawings. I've missed you guys.