Three straight days of solid mental turmoil. Sleep is no escape, I dream the problems and wake up guilty. I just don't know what to do, if anything. Help help help. I don't want help.
Jenniferr! Do you want to come over to my house this weekend? We can watch movies? I can try to get Kim and Denise and Rachel to come. Because we haven't hung out for a while. Mostly because of boys. Pooh.
And I hope you feel better... You don't have to tell me what's wrong. But I just want you to know I love you WAY more than Mr. Stone there. Seriously.
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And I hope you feel better... You don't have to tell me what's wrong. But I just want you to know I love you WAY more than Mr. Stone there. Seriously.
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