I took a picture of what I did today. But I don’t want to post it. I don’t think you’d approve of it. My heart was beating so fast. It didn’t burn as much as I thought it would.
Sometimes I wonder if you want to talk to me anymore, anyway. I’m itching to talk to you, but I’m restraining myself because it’s what you want. But I seriously wish that I could talk to you. I really need someone to talk to right now. I need a friend. Someone who won’t judge me because of my actions.