this is wrong
9:35 a.m.

i don't understand why God would let us meet knowing we could never be together

you...

i dont know you. we started speaking like, 2 weeks ago.

so how could you say that? how could you say you love me like it was nothing and actually think you mean it? i don't know if i believe you. you say you're not lying. but how would i know? you don't even live in the same country as i do. for all i know, you could be sitting there on your side of the world laughing your ass off because i'm actually falling for your charm. like your cousin. i suspect that's what he did to me. and what about you? i met you through him. so how do i know you're not the same?

i don't even want to think about this. i have enough to think about and i don't want to add you, of all people, to my stress list too. but you are. and i want you to go away. i don't want to believe you, i don't want to think of how your words are slowly burning a hole through me...a perfect little hole that will soon show my wholes self through it. i don't want to think that maybe your words are true, maybe they're not fragments of a dream. i don't want to think that anything will ever come of this...this...

what is this?

this is wrong. i am with someone. but you dont know that. im never going to tell you...unless proved necessary. but this is wrong. i am with someone.

i need you out.

i think

...me

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