He still chooses her. I knew this was going to happen. I knew he would still pick her because she is That Girl. She’s his The Girl. This will never change. Maybe we could still stay friends. If I was smart, that’s how it would be. I don’t even know what to write. It doesn’t hurt as much because I didn’t let myself back into him completely. I didn’t give him my full trust. I’m glad. I don’t know what to write. I’m just gonna post this…
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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
