as i sit here, im wearing the dickies sweatshirt that michael got me.
i love it.
but it makes me think of him.
im not sure if thats good or bad.
i miss him but i dont.
i miss HIM but i dont.
i never ever talk to him anymore.
he said that we could still be friends.
but it sure doesnt seem like we are.
i guess its gonna take time.
even though he didnt give a
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