Dear B,
im sorry.
im just so sorry.
I dont know why i need to say sorry, but i do. i feel like i do.
i wish i could get your ugly horrible face out of my mind.
i think about you too much.
im so worried about this christmas. about seeing you. about having to talk to you. about having to hug you goodbye.
i cant say anything.
i cant do anything.
im just still a little girl.
a stupid ****ing pathetic little girl.
please dont come round this christmas.
please.
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