don't write anything you'll regret,
because tomorrow you will take back all of those "I love you's, can't live without you's, hate your guts, and god I WISH YOU WERE DEADS".
i swear it, you will take them all back every single one of them, like a coward, like a baby with its head cut off.
xo.
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"Je vous aime comme il faut aimer, (...) avec désespoir".
Mademoiselle de Lespinasse (Lettre XX)
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