the boy i like and the boy i love are slowly but surely seperating themselves from me. i deserve it.

i'm not living my life for you, and i don't need people to tell me how bad i am, or how much i suck. i don't plan on becoming serious, i'm here for you, and to help all of you. it's hard when you hear it constantly, and then you come to a place to escape from it, and you just hear it more. you legit hurt my feelings & you made me cry. i really hope you're happy, because you made me feel like shit.

my name is cristina, but everyone calls me cris. i'm nineteen. i'm a college sophomore planning on majoring on social work, double majoring in education (possibly?). i haven't been this scared in a long time, & i'm so unprepared.

amber.
monica
TBD
TBD
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TBD
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Please do not remove this. Thankyou.
xxx