How does it feel? How does it feel to be a bitch, to be the one I consider primarily responsible for the issues of the past couple days. You pushed me away from Sara, from Mac, from all of that, and I hope you're happy. You don't know me. You have no idea how I feel. You have no idea how to read this journal. You mean to call Sara a liar, saying
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