6:05am
calum: i'm glad to hear you're sober. been thinking about you lots.
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calum: can't have you end up like my cousin. love you luna.
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calum: miss singing with you too especially hypnotize by biggie.
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i miss my best friend. i come back soon, but i can't tell her. i miss singing with her. i miss sitting under our tree and watching her draw or even read. i want to see her, but i don't wanna see the pain in her eyes. i had to leave because i knew she'd be hurt at the thought of us barely talking. i also knew i'd be hooking up with other girls which is weird because luna and i were best friends. we never talked about romantic feelings, but i could tell when she didn't like certain girls that i was on a romantic level with. i knew she'd get furious if she saw the girls i was hooking up with.
i didn't want us to argue over that then for us to actually hate each other. she doesn't hate me. her texts will never be mean except for the ones where she begs for answers.
