Dear Adrian,

I'm sorry. D:

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I feel like curling up and crying again.

Last night.

We were at Jicelle's house, for some reason. There was a party with so many people in the backyard. I look inside and see Marlon on the computer, holding an uke and singing. But I don't know what he's singing. Haha. He sees me and signals me to go inside like he has something to tell me. Then when I get inside, he hands me another uke, and we start singing You and I by Ingrid Michaelson.



Then I wake up. D: hahaha.