Here we go again.

Reading old conversations that contradict the future as if the past never existed, I miss him, and that's all there is to it.

I miss what we had, who he was, ... all of that. He was so perfect.

I don't want to get into this, I don't want to be sad, I don't need this, want this, this is no good.

I can't do anything but face the world every day. The sophomores, the anger, the drama, I can't take it.

There is an underlying feeling of peace that keeps me sane. It might be track, it might be my friends, it might be the fact that I'm mostly over him...

just every once in a while

I miss Nate

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