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Saturday, July 15, 2006

we've come so far. i paused to look back. i don't know what's happening now. all i know is that when i think of it i feel like crying. and it doesn't feel good at all.

for all the times i felt like i was unimportant.
for all the times i felt i wasn't good enough for you.
and for all the times i felt that maybe it wasn't mutual.

i really hope you are not angry in any way. i really don't know what i'm doing. and i still don't really know what i should do.

love you like a sister;
4:52 pm