.☘︎ ݁˖ “I haven’t seen her since,” I tell him, which isn’t a complete lie. “Maybe… maybe she really is gone, somewhere far away.”
I hope so, I think to myself, all my old self-loathing bubbling back up again in his presence. I hope that broken, embarrassing version of me never resurfaces again. I hope she remains buried. I hope she’s disappeared permanently.
oh miss ann…
— May 15, 2025 07:10AM
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