I am afraid of what comes after high school
I have 290 days left.
I purposely avoid you in the halls
the sight of you reminds me of my failure
I secretly take pictures of guys I like, because I don’t know who or where “the one” is.
I hide my bottles of vodka under my daughters bed
P.S. your daughter always knew
mom – i love you and i wish i wasn’t so afraid to tell you because one day it will be too late.
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