She let him come further, his lips came and surging, surging, soft, oh soft, yet oh, like the powerful surge of water, irresistible, till with a little blind cry, she broke away.
D. H Lawrence (1885-1930)
The Rainbow; 1915
Dear Ashley,
Tristen probably does think I'm mistake. That's why he doesn't want to go out with me, or have me meet his friends. It's not them, it's me. I'm emotional and moody and chunky and ugly. I'm not beautiful, I'm just the opposite. How can I ever be beautiful? I have no friends. A lot of people don't even talk to me anymore since I moved.
Why would they though? They're better off without me, everyone is, clearly. I should just fucking disappear. No one wants me, or needs me, or even cares about me. People would be better off if I was gone. They'd be happy and get to live their lives in peace.
Date Unknown
JG
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