Middle Page: Psych Notebook

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3:24…

Shit.

3:26…

Why won’t you text me back?

3:29…

You’re such a bitch.

Fuck. Stop…stop playing with me. I thought, for once, it’d be so easy. So, so easy to be friends with you. I fucking trusted you. What is this? I hate telling you things because now I fear that you told everyone. You knew from day one that you can trust me. Tell me anything, everything. Why do I always speak too soon?

You don’t answer my calls. You don’t answer my texts. You won’t fucking look at me.

3:31..

“You got it :p”

Fuck you.

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