I'm home for the weekend.. I can't be here without thinking about him. I brought all his stuff here and hid it under my bed. I don't want it in my apartment. I know he's going to be in the city when I go back on Sunday. I can't stand the thought of him and I both being in the same city and not talking. I can't do this. Why is it still so hard? Why did my life go from being amazing to so shitty I don't even want to get out of bed each morning? I don't understand. I want my bestfriend back. I want Conor. But I'm not good enough I guess. Maybe I never was..
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