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i reaaally want you to tell me, although i think i understand why you don't want to. kind of like how i can guess who you are, and ask you if it's true, but i really don't want to admit who i think it might be in case i'm wrong. perhaps you don't want to tell me in case you're not really the person i was expecting

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[anonymous]

I really don't feel like you would have any desire to talk to me and that's why I didn't say who I was. I have a feeling you know, but I could be wrong. After all, it would be fairly self-absorbed to just assume that you would think it was me and write TWO entries based on the idea of it being me. That sentence sounds confusing but you've always been smart, so I think you'll get it. Maybe I am just tired, I don't know. And, you're right! I did delete my journal. It's been gone for a while but I have another one, though nobody knows what it is. It's really just what I vent in and it would not only bore you, but also give away who I am. I want to tell you but at the same time, I don't. :/ It makes me feel ridiculously creepy/weird for wondering how you're doing after all of this time. Mostly because the one time I did try to talk to you it was shot down. And I doubt we could ever be friends again due to the circumstances of things, but I guess I still wonder about you because I always thought so highly of you. I think I said that,