12:50am
calum: luna? are you okay? i know you read my messages. please fucking respond?
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calum: how was the date with ray?
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she read my messages 30 minutes after i sent them. it's been two days since then, and i still have no response. i wish i never replied then maybe she'd still talk to me. i return back to new york tomorrow.
i can't just go to our spot and hope she'll be there. what if she's with ray? what if she sees me and just yells at me? the only time she yelled at me was the one time i ate the last of her chocolate chip cookie dough. she was so mad, but i made it up to her by buying her two packs of it. i can't make it up to her this time because what i did was fucking terrible.
i took out a cigarette from my pack, brought it to my lips and lit it. i miss her so much. i decide to bring my phone out and text her.
calum: i can't even get mad at you for not responding, but i come back next week. i hope you'll talk to me by then. te extraño luna.
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