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I miss you. Like crazy. And I really like you, too. But I know there's no way you'd like me. October's creeping closer, and I know when you do turn 16, I'm gonna take every chance I can get to let you know I like you... but I'm so scared of your answer. I'm so fucking scared you're gonna say, "You know what, you're a nice girl, but I don't like you like that." Or oh my God, I'm scared you're gonna say, "I like someone else, sorry." And I would never tell you, but it would kill me inside. I've wasted so much of my time on you, and I really like you and I think you'd be good for me and I'd be good for you. And even if you do like me too, that would scare me even more because there's a lot about me you don't know. I used to cut, drink and smoke. You know I'm bisexual, so that doesn't matter. I was sexually abused and I'm terrified of sex and kissing. I'm paranoid and awkward and ugly and stupid and my mouth doesn't work right and I'm just not worth a damn. Don't waste your time telling me you don't like me. I already know. x'c