And now I don’t want to ask him to prom. I don’t even know if I want to go with him. I just don’t know, and have I mentioned how much I hate not knowing things?
I never thought I would ever stop counting the days. I never thought a whole week would pass, and I would not even notice. I never thought there would come a time when I couldn’t remember our last conversation. But here it is. Here is that time, but I still care, and now I wonder: will there ever come a time when I will no longer care?
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I’m sorry if I get caught up in my life and forget that you exist. Sometimes, I think it’s better that way.
This is just one of those times when I really need someone to talk to but no one is there…
I wish he had more confidence. I don’t want him to pick me because his low self esteem tells him he can’t be with someone he likes better. I feel more secure around confident people.
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