Man.

I am so fucking depressed.

I can feel this thing with T sliding downhill, and it's all my fault.

I hung out with Caitlin the other day, and cried on her rug while she told me hard and honest truths.

The one that made me cry, probably the hardest, was: "You deserve to be loved, Rosie. You deserve it."

I don't feel like it, most of the time.

In fact, these days, I rarely feel like it.

T kissed me when I arrived, and held me for a long time. He didn't seem happy to see me, though. He just seemed sad.

I brought his birthday present with me, even though it's almost a month away.

I don't want him to break up with me before I give it to him.

Isn't that stupid?

Stupid stupid Rosie.

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Rosie.

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