dear diary,

i write you with my socks half-on my feet and half-off as well.

i guess what i really want to say is, uh, we had some good times, but i think this might be the end. i haven't decided yet.

and i guess i feel sort of shitty just leading you on like this. coming back from time to time to fuck around like old times.

i'll talk to you later, i guess.

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