December 25, 2018
I'm writing again, but from my apartment. I did indeed tell Owen I didn't feel well, and he pulled me aside and told me he knew that was bullshit.
I tried to deny it but he glared and told me how I was always being selfish. I didn't know how to respond, so I stayed quiet.
He walked away and I quickly left.
Am I really being selfish? Am I a bad person?
I think I'm going to shoot myself.
...That'd probably be selfish.
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