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dear journal,

tate came over today.

i had actually left my room to get some apple juice from the fridge. no one was home, and i really needed a drink, so i took the chance.

then she came in, with jonah.

they were coming from a date.

she waved at me with a smile.

that damn smile that the boy of my dreams fell for.

that was when i snapped.

so i took my fucking juice and i ran out, away from the house,

to my car.

i've been sitting here and writing and crying and banging my head against the steering wheel for twenty minutes. i feel like i'm living in a movie.

but he's with her.

there's nothing left to do now but slowly burn to ashes on the ground.

djs

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