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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I would like to speak to you again if you can forgive me.. I’ve thought about you a lot, wondering if you were going to make it through all this mess… I’m glad you did.