I feel bad for everything. Maybe it's irrational, but I can't see it either way. So here I am. I'm in quite a pickle, aren't I? It doesn't help. None of it. It's crazy how I could talk to her so freely about things. I feel bad. I feel like a hypocrit; like I'm being the clinging one. But it's nice how we agreed on so many things. Actually, both of
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