Tomorrow I have to see him. I haven’t seen him for a long time. Weeks, it seems. Maybe seeing him wasn’t such a big deal before. Maybe I shouldn’t have made a big deal about things and should have just ignored it. Did telling people and going for therapy make me think about it more? Maybe that is what I need, or maybe I shouldn’t have done it. Maybe then it would be okay seeing him. I feel like when he looks at me he will know this huge secret that I have. But really, it should be his secret. I don’t care if everyone knows. He is the one who did something wrong. I bet he is not worried about tomorrow. I bet he doesn’t even care.
March 9, 2009
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