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I'm restless, my appetite has disappeared from existance, and I'm not happy. I hate to be so...blunt, but I'm not.
I don't think I want to do this anymore. Everytime I see him, or imagine his face, that look he gave me...
I'm being stupid. I'm putting all the blame on my shoulders and I'm sure I'm not the only one at fault. Am I?
No, I..I can't be.
The rain seems to be heavier every night. Or is it just me?