I understand why you feel the way you do, and I genuinely sort of expected you to have that reaction. I dunno I guess. I just thought if we ignored all this shit going on then we could both be more happy. If we weren't stressing out over each other then maybe we would manage to be happier somehow. I fucking promise you, I'm not the way I used to be. I'm so desperate for what you have to say. You're literally the most important person to me ever. I'm genuinely so fucking sick of pushing you away and stuff. I just thought if we didn't talk about it at all, then I wouldn't feel bad at all, and you wouldn't feel bad at all. I guess that's not true. I'm sorry for making you worry even more. School is basically done for me for the year. Quarantine is gonna go past graduation. I've just gotta get through all my projects and shit. I'm done pushing you away like that. I already hate myself too much. This whole thing has just been me repeating myself. Sorry.
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Born Into A Coffin
SaggisticaA prisoner details his experiences in jail while he waits to be put on death row or get bailed out.
