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Read it, Ashton
I'm sorry I was too clingy. I'm sorry I understood you too well. I'm sorry I'm "everywhere". One would think that's rather hard, me not being in any of your classes, after all, but whatever. I'm sorry I'm afraid. I feel like I'm teetering on the edge of a cliff every time I think of you. I'm sorry I still wear the fucking bracelet every day. I'm sure yours is probably a chew toy by now. I don't know why I still wear it, but I do. Maybe it's wishful thinking. I don't know. I do know that it's a friendship bracelet. But you don't like being on the verge of tears? I've cried multiple times every fucking day since Wednesday. I thought this would never happen. What's happened? Why are you doing this to me? I didn't do anything! I don't deserve this! And I'm trying to right things! You have opportunities to pick things right back up again. Why aren't you taking them? "If you're talking to me for the reason I believe you are, then fuck off. It isn't your goddamned business, and it's not like you bitching at me is going to change my mind in any way." What have you decided? That I just am too much damn work to stay friends with? I'm sorry I ramble. I didn't know it grated on your nerves so much. It's not like I don't listen to every damn rant you throw my way, it's not like I don't read and comment on everything you write. I may not be a low-maintenance, there-whenever-you-need-her-at-zero-cost kind of person, but I'm not fucking dirt. I'm sorry I wasn't good enough. But the fact still remains that I lost my best friend. You haven't lost yours, yet. Think about it.
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