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I don't know what I'm doing, or why. I don't know why I feel just fine, and then I want to break down and cry because I'm shameful and disgraceful and sad. I don't know how I feel now. I don't know what to do, but I am angry now. I feel so much anger all the time. I try and try and try to stop and I just get more angry because I can't stop it.
Nobody died, I did not die. I am Devon, I am here, and I am as I always have been; stubborn, clingy, overly thoughtful, worried, and full of personality flaws that you loved and hated about me.
You're right, I will never change, I will stay this way as I am. I don't think you should finish the box. You practically hate me by now, and I don't want something given to me strictly on the principal that it's "right." I don't want a gift that has no meaning or feeling or love behind it. The letter made the box that much more special to me, and I had yet to even read it. The letter meant that there was something there, and the box was more then a meer holiday gift. I don't feel it now, and you don't feel it now because I've beaten and brusied you and hurt you like I never wish I would have. If you cannot give me the letter because the me that you loved is dead, do not give me the box. It would be nothing morethen a painful reminder of the scorn I know you feel for me.
Nobody died, I did not die. I am Devon, I am here, and I am as I always have been; stubborn, clingy, overly thoughtful, worried, and full of personality flaws that you loved and hated about me.
You're right, I will never change, I will stay this way as I am. I don't think you should finish the box. You practically hate me by now, and I don't want something given to me strictly on the principal that it's "right." I don't want a gift that has no meaning or feeling or love behind it. The letter made the box that much more special to me, and I had yet to even read it. The letter meant that there was something there, and the box was more then a meer holiday gift. I don't feel it now, and you don't feel it now because I've beaten and brusied you and hurt you like I never wish I would have. If you cannot give me the letter because the me that you loved is dead, do not give me the box. It would be nothing morethen a painful reminder of the scorn I know you feel for me.
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