I am so directionless lately. School hasn’t started yet, so I have to find things to do to keep myself occupied. Either I rot in bed watching Netflix or go to strangers’ houses for a fling. I know it’s not healthy, but it’s how I’ve coped over the years. I hate that I still think about him. I keep breaking down when I think of what he said to me. He loved me, and I loved him. But everything is too late. I’m so tired.
-Alibi
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