Why do I even bother to hold my breath?

I feel guilty about what I did, but then I think back about all the things you did and again what you did last night. You deserve it.

You make me bitter and I don't ever want to be bitter. I'm not that kind of a girl.

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I dreamt about G yesterday. I was in math class with him and I sat behind him, and seeing him calmed me down.

I don't know how quite to put it, but lately I look to people from my past for some solidarity.