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Read text messages. 

Unfollowed plans.

Jugements. 

Why wasn’t she there ? 

Does she even care? 

Doesn’t she want to see us anymore? 

You don’t understand.

You probably still not get it after this. 

It’s not easy. 

Life is not as sweet as I thought.

I’m learning.

I’m scared. 

I want to scream. 

They think I’m avoiding them. 

I want to be there. 

I can’t. 

It’s hard.

I want to see you. 

I want to talk to you. 

It’s hard.

I think you cute, but I don’t talk to you. 

I want to say hi but I feel shy and I’m not even shy. 

I want to have a whole conversation with you but I don’t know what to say. 

I want to hang out with all of you.

But it’s hard. 

You don’t ask me what’s wrong.

You don’t ask how I’m doing.

You don’t know. 

I feel like you don’t care and you probably think I don’t care too. 

I wanted to come. 

I couldn’t.

It was hard for me to be honest about my situation. 

I wanted to tell you that it’s not what it seems. 

I wish we could talk.

I wish you weren’t so quick to judge me without talking to me.