I know you’re still following me here and there, even after so many years, and even though you’ve been avoiding any interaction with me. I may pop up in your life sometime.
Damn, I wish so much that the things that happened didn’t, because you are like the only person I could EVER trust in so many aspects, and for sure because you are the only person I haven’t ever felt afraid to handle my laptop to. Because I knew you were good at this. Fuck, yes, I am desperate and I know you won’t help me, but I need this laptop, ok? I need to deliver it to the service in the morning and I already feel the crippling fear that they will fuck it up even more. Like the last time, you remember? Why the […]
I believe I’ve become the absolute worst version of myself that I could ever become. Without extremes but your worst normal.
And it’s not my fault. I’ve done everything to prevent it from happening but here I am.
Oh well. It’s not like it matters, does it?
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