First, you have to repair it, bit by bit, and that is the hardest thing to do. I wish that you could see that my heart was torn in half when you said that she was the victim, not me. I'm sorry for calling her a bitch, I really didn't mean it, I swear and I regret it. She said something that set me off, and I lashed out, and I feel terrible, I just don't like her much, that's why I don't talk to you guys much anymore, because I get hurt every time I see you guys so happy without me around, and that makes me wanna cry every time I see it. I miss you guys. More than anything.
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