#191.
I don't know if I'm taking this whole thing too far. What if it turns out to be something completely unexpected and unwanted? What if it just doesn't work. What if it just becomes another something that will eventually be looked back at as just a phase of my teenage years. There will always be times when I wish I knew what to do, or what was going on in your mind. Or anything that will give me another lead regarding what to do next. I just wish I knew what to do.

And you omfg gtfo. Yes okay. Lovely. You're so creepy I had to block you on facebook. You tell me that you know me from primary school, which is true. You tell me that you live in Melton. Yeah okay, that's cool too. You tell me cause you live in Melton cause your old house got burned down. Oh no, that's tragic, are you alright? You effing tell me that you had to spend thirteen months in mental rehab because you lit the fucking fire! OKAY NOW I'M STARTING TO GET A TAD FREAKED OUT.
You ask me if I go to Marian. I cautiously comply. You ask me if I want to meet up with you Tuesday. UM NO I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO. You ask me if I have a mob number. I LIED AND SAID I DON'T. You ask me if I have a house phone, you ask me to beg my parents to see an old friend but just don't tell them what you did. OH MY FUCKING GOD. CLOSE CHAT. BLOCK. I HOPE I AM NEVER CONFRONTED BY YOU BECAUSE I WILL DROP TO MY KNEES AND CRY. 

Okay. That is all.

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