I walked you home most days.

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Friday, April 18, 2008 @ 7:54 PM

I was quite happy about managing to jie tang on the tramp (with mat). Okay, so maybe it really isn't much.

Then I heard you. I'm really not saying you're wrong to speak. Seeing you cry made me feel like crying too. I feel so torn. I don't know what to do and what to say. I don't know what I can do and can say. I'm really sorry.