i want to call you but i have nothing to say. i don't miss you, per se. i miss our friendship. i don't even know if that makes any sense. i love how we are when we get together, and i hate how we are when we're apart. it's so cliched to say that i'm a wreck without you, but i hate the person i turn into when you leave. jealous, sad, angry. i think
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