Belmont Confessions
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I really like someone I will never see again. To tell means that the last memory I will have of her is rejection and pity, but to not to tell means her last memory of me will be a lie. I'm no where near closse enough to her to remain friends after we part, so this last week is it. Then she's gone. I often think life would be easier if I didn't have to deal with this non-productive, waste of my time that people call emotions.