Be still, my beating heart

Feeling: preppy
4.24pm
It's gone too far now. The way that there's just too much in between. But I don't want it to be like this. There's more to me than this, I think. And I know that you feel horrible, I know that I am horrible. But I care. I promise I care. And sometimes that's why it's hard to talk. Because I'm scared I'll say it wrong, I'm scared it'll come out funny and you'll think I don't care, you'll think it doesn't matter to me. And I agree, it's got to the point where I don't know who I want to make an effort with. But I want to keep the things that matter. And maybe this is one of these things. I tried to make this so you might not know it was for you. But it's blindingly obvious.
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nothing that you say will come out funny. don't be afraid my dear
i don't mean eat massive amounts, though, i mean like feeding them onebyeone to each other as little pellets of delicious.