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Text #100. 

April 9, 12:02 pm.

Today, dad drove me to school. I got there and met up with Soph. You walked past me and pretended not to see me. I know you did. You're like my drug. You tear me apart, and I know that. But knowing that doesn't stop me from being totally and utterly addicted to you. 

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Text #101.

April 9, 2:23 pm.

I'm so sick and tired of people thinking that numbers define human beings. I hate the pressure. My grades, my GPA, the amount of money my dad earns, how much I wanna earn, how many likes I get on a picture, the number of followers and friends I have, my weight, my SAT score. Everything. Numbers don't define who I am. They never will. The society we live in today has every kind of crap on their minds. 

Text #102.

April 10, 2:34 pm.

It's 2:30 am and I'm talking about you in my sleep again. All I can think about is that I need you. I need you to get better. I need you to tell me that everything is gonna get better. 


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