#newjournalentries

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I want to tear that old post down. But I know it’s not untrue.

I will not look at it for now.

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But I might get off on watching her go down first.

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I am happy now.

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I love you, Raymond.

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You don’t feel that way about me.

I try to tell myself no, and that you don’t like me.

That you’re like this with everyone, because you’re so nice, you’re so friendly, and that I’m not special.

But if you’re spending so much time with me, when would you be able to treat other people this way? You share so many hours with me, so where would everyone else fit in?

Maybe I just need to let myself believe I have a shot. Everyone else seems to think I have one.

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I believe in love.

(I know I’m not the first one to say it.)