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i can learn self-control

i could go upstairs right now & get your password, read anything & everything you've ever written about me in your journal.

but i won't.


it's nights like these, when it was obvious he knew something was wrong, that he & the other kid would talk about it on the car ride home, that i wish he wasn't with her, because that would mean a phone call for me to see if i was okay.

i'm so goddamn pathetic sometimes.