there's nothing i can do to make this better, easier. for the eight millionth time, i'm fucking sorry. i'm sorry that you're hurting and i'm sorry that i am the cause of that pain. it kills me that you're sad and i can't do anything to fix it. i wish that i could. i want so badly to fix it. i'm sorry that i can't.
i'm not doing so well, either. i listen to the playlists you've made me and stare your pictures and miss you. that's all i can do. i can't concentrate on this stupid paper i have to write. i've written eighty-eight words since we talked. i have a test tomorrow that i need to study for. but all i can think about is you and how i can't see you because you're there and i'm here. and it hurts. people keep asking me what's wrong. they don't understand. they can't see how much i need you in order to be okay.
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there's nothing i can do to make this better, easier. for the eight millionth time, i'm fucking sorry. i'm sorry that you're hurting and i'm sorry that i am the cause of that pain. it kills me that you're sad and i can't do anything to fix it. i wish that i could. i want so badly to fix it. i'm sorry that i can't.
i'm not doing so well, either. i listen to the playlists you've made me and stare your pictures and miss you. that's all i can do. i can't concentrate on this stupid paper i have to write. i've written eighty-eight words since we talked. i have a test tomorrow that i need to study for. but all i can think about is you and how i can't see you because you're there and i'm here. and it hurts. people keep asking me what's wrong. they don't understand. they can't see how much i need you in order to be okay.
i love you.
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