I have written in journals my entire high school career, all the way up to now that I am in college, though never on the web.
Right now I'm cascading in a dark abyss, alone cold, and scared. I have my first class in three hours but I don't really care. All I want is to hear his voice, for him to tell me that I'm okay, that it's all over again, that I'm forgiven.
I don't know. I deserve nothing of the sort. I deserve a painful death, but such is life. One such thing I don't want to endulge.
I'm going to try and call him in a little bit. I don't think I'm going to make it to class, but I don't care. I just want to be free.
Falls deeper now...
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