I miss you. Terribly. And I can't stand that I cannot talk to you. I can't talk to anyone now; not truly; not anymore. I feel more alone than I have felt in a long time.
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4 comments:
Okay... so In all honesty, I'm not that bad. I don't feel that alone... but I do feel more alone now than I have in a long time, but I don't feel as alone as I have felt before.
Agblahblahblahblah...
like a very abstract roller coaster.
i understand babe. i wish i was there. it's so tough!!!!! i really wish you were there with me. seriously. you need to see israel. it will change you.
I want to. I've always wanted to, but your trip has made me want it more.
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