it's been my great and guilty pleasure to be of use to you, friend whom i love. i want to tell you that i can't wait to speak with you again, that i want you to text me all night long (all night), and that i feel so stupid for wanting these things... but i cannot, because blah blah blah and my situation et cetera and so on and so forth ad nauseam.
if i had anything new to say, i would say it, i swear.
i miss you and care about you, and i wish i didn't have to fetter myself so. i pray for one of these two things: a chance to tell you everything, or deliverance from this turmoil, this crazy little thing called eff. my. life.
God please help me
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