Monday, May 18, 2009

Dear Anonymous,

Sometimes I miss you, and hate myself for missing you. I wish things could have turned out differently, but they didn't. No one will ever come close to understanding me the way you did. This is both a good and a bad thing, and it also drives me absolutely crazy with frustration and confusion. Please let this suffice as a response for now.

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