My hair’s been falling out in clumps, I haven’t been sleeping well and I’ve been losing weight (contrary to popular belief). For some odd reason, I sprained my thumb and it’s swelling. Prom is coming up and I’m nervous, extremely nervous. I’m ill prepared and have a huge responsibility for things to go right.
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B: It was fun, once upon a time during the summer of my youth. We’ve grown so much. The feeling now is a sanitized, neutral one. It was great to finally see you again and I think we look at each other in a different light now. I’ve grown a lot. You’ve grown as well. You mentioned that I’ve lost my innocence, but in all honesty, it is very much still there. I prefer to share it with someone else, someone whom I love deeply. I still have that child-like character and my significant other embraces it lovingly. You are and have always been a nice acquaintance. A good friend. I wish to leave it that way.
P: I really care about you. I’m unsure why and I don’t know why I care so much. You remind me of my oldest brother. You have this purity about you and thinking about you or how we met brings forth a deep sadness. I remember I was headed to work and I locked myself into a bathroom stall and cried for about ten minutes straight. I don’t know why and I remember telling myself to get it together. Anyway, I hope you’re doing well.
K: I love you so much. I hope you know that.