....the more it bugs me. It feels so weird that we moved to this city together and then the first time I run into her in over a month, I have to run away. I wish I could talk to her, ask her how she is, be cordial and kind. I miss her.
Fuck, this feels so wrong and stupid. It feels so not right when I picture the look on her face, that look of anger mixed with impatience and dread. How could I have let it come to this? Why is there no such thing as a time machine?
Fuck fuck fuck
SAY SOMETHING!
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