December 2009
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It's not that I don't miss you.
Because I do miss you, you know. I miss so much. Do you know how hard I cried when I knew you were going?
Hard.
You said you’d miss me. We were bestfriends. Sisters. But now, you don’t respond to me.
So it is not that I don’t miss you. It is that I am forcing myself, and everyone else, to believe I don’tm