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Text #70.

March 10, 3:12 pm.

Gosh, it's so damn horrible. It sucks being the one who cares most about everything, because in the end, everyone ends up stop caring about you even though you still care about them. It's like a never-ending cycle.

Text #71.

March 11, 10:48 am.

There is one universe, 8 planets, 7 continents, 204 countries, 809 islands, 5 seas and 7 billion people in this world and I get stuck on this town, loving someone who'll never love me back, with people pressuring me to become "socially adept for the world", being that I don't even know myself completely. Great, just plain great.

Text #72.

March 12, 3:26 pm.

I feel for a while that I need to get away from here. Nothing around this house is going quite right, and I need change in my life. I need new places, new people and new friends. I can't be living like this anymore. When I wake up, there's a fight. When I go to sleep, there's a fight. I hate it. It's like a war zone, and everyone's only fighting for themselves. No one can save me, I'll have to do that alone. If you were here, it'd be easier. I know it would. I would cry myself to sleep sometimes because I knew I'd have you by my side. I wanna run away from this town until it's nothing but a bad dream.


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