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Text #82.

March 22, 8:52 pm.

Today I was walking through the halls and I caught gaze of you. You were alone and you walked to your locker to pick out some books. From the corner of my eye, I was watching you. You saw me. I know you did. I didn't know what kind of reaction to have, so I just offered you a weak smile. You didn't smile back and I almost broke down right there. 

Text #83.

March 23, 7:49 am.

I hate pressure. I hate being pressured to be something or someone. To be famous. To go to college. To marry a rich guy. To earn a lot of money. To get a good job. To get a high GPA. To be a good student. I hate it so fucking much. It's every single time.

"Stephanie, your grades are terrible."

"Stephanie, if you wanna be someone you gotta know what you want to do in college."

"Stephanie, you have to study a lot so that you can get a good job."

"Stephanie, your clothes don't match."

I can't stand it. I wish mom and dad could see how this really kills me. I want them to put themselves on my place so they could get a glimpse of how hard it is for me.

Text #84.

March 24, 9:35 am.

Today Sophie told me that she's coming over because when wants to talk to me. I guess she just fought with her sister and wants to vent it all out.


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