Eric Jr.

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"I just can't look at some things the same anymore. Not after what has happened in my life. You were my only reason to be happy. You inspired me to get through the anxieties, the losses, the abuse," I tried saying to Eric as I pictured him on my stuffed butterfly that he got me for Christmas (I named him Eric Jr.).

It was no use. I couldn't do this. He would never think of me the same way again. No matter what.

I laid on my bed holding Eric Jr. I started crying.

I would never be better than Claudia. I will never even be as good.

I am a hopeless teenager in Massachusetts. She is a teenage sensation in California.

I looked at the purple butter fly and I asked, "How can you make me so happy and so sad at the same time?"

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 03, 2013 ⏰

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