So. Things are starting to get better. I’m still talking to you. But at least you know the things you did were wrong and you say that you’re not going to do it anymore. I really hope that you don’t do it anymore. This is the last time I’m trusting you. So I hope you think, “Damn. I really screwed up. I better never do anything like that again, otherwise I will kick my own ass”, and not “Ok, she’s still staying. Let’s just hide things better.”
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Feelings...
RandomJust an everything of all mi feelings. Stories. Letters. Notes. Like a little diary. Everything in here is based on what I'm feeling at the time. Thanks
