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October 23, 2015

I thought I would see the girl again when she came back to attend classes in the same place she took classes before. I didn’t want to see her again. But I felt like maybe if she saw me again, she’d want to talk to me, and she’d see how special I am and how interested in me she is and then I would kiss her. And I thought that was stupid, but I didn’t believe it was stupid. It’s so hard for me to accept things as over. I feel my heart slowly and silently shattering.

There is music that I always associate with resting my head on the lap of faceless benevolent person. I’ll write about it when I’m alone.