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my mind was numb. this couldnt be happening. surely, this was a dream. seriously, what have i done to deserve this? why me? why him? i tried to make a joke to lighten the mood "why do i have to be such an amazing person?" it was futile.
i sat on the porch telling my parents all i knew, which wasn't much. and with every gap in my story they thought i was hiding something. i coudnt take it anymore "what's the point of me saying anything if you're not gonna believe a single thing i say?!" i choked out through tears. my mom came overand put her arm aorund my shoulders. good. she should feel bad. "ok, i believe you that he has a job." that wasnt what i was looking for, mom. i shook my head. this had to be a dream. my dad was right, this seemed like something out of the twilight zone.

what am i supposed to do? am i too good of a person for my own good? i could be done with him, forever. i could get over him easily. but im scared for him. i want to help him out, i want to be there for him. i guess generosity is a bad idea. WHAT HAVE I DONE?!!

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pihzaz said…
You have such a sincere and loving heart, it's so hard to look past things and just not care. Because you always will

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