i want to complain to t, but she won't even hear me out.
it wasn't easy yknow, confessing again and again, each time i'd feel physically sick, i'd wish for it all to stop.
it wasn't easy asking you to spend time with me outside of school, i'd stay up late stressed beyond belief, freaking out the night before.
everytime i've reached out to you after shit went down because of my incompetence, i cried, i cried time and time again, i'm a man and men don't cry, and i didn't cry to anything but you for three years.
that's it, that's all.
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Non-Fictionmoved to my new diary where hopefully i'll be less of a whiny bit- i mean where hopefully i'll be more mature for her time moves on, whilst my life is in a state of constant transit i'll just be refering to myself as L, i am currently on my final ye...
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