Last night after spending time with two of my best friends, I realized my mind was still spinning with thoughts and such, so I pulled out my Journal and decided to put my pen to paper and write Monique, I know I can no longer find comfort in her company, all I have is a Journal now, and instead of having conversations with her, I write her letters, I will do this for the rest of my life, however long it may be.
today, my heart is feeling extra heavy, and I just want to hide under my covers.
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