That night, it was 11pm, and Will was already asleep on my bed. I was still up, worrying about Mallery. Knowing what happened, I can't bare to go to school ever again. It was probably my fault for having a psycho friend, and because Will moved her. So, I guess it was technically her fault! The tears ran down my eyes as I tried erasing the thought. My thoughts couldn't bare to cry since she isn't alive anymore. I try not to cry on the outside anymore. ** It was 10 am, and I was up since 7. I just couldn't sleep due to my thoughts. It's just everything was unstable and I couldn't erase that thought. I got over my crying overnight, but I still feel empty inside.
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That night, it was 11pm, and Will was already asleep on my bed. I was still up, worrying about Mallery. Knowing what happened, I can't bare to go to school ever again. It was probably my fault for having a psycho friend, and because Will moved her. So, I guess it was technically her fault! The tears ran down my eyes as I tried erasing the thought. My thoughts couldn't bare to cry since she isn't alive anymore. I try not to cry on the outside anymore. ** It was 10 am, and I was up since 7. I just couldn't sleep due to my thoughts. It's just everything was unstable and I couldn't erase that thought. I got over my crying overnight, but I still feel empty inside.
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