Dear NL,
Hi. Whoever you are. Wherever you are.
I'm sorry if I'm being like this. I'm sorry for my misbehaviour when it comes to matters of J. It's slutty, it's whore-y, it's cheap and I have to take care of myself for you.
But where are you anyway?
Will I even be able to let you read this?
I don't mind that you're not here yet. Just do get here one day. And give me a wonderful life. Treat me good. Make me fall in love. Love me completely.
I'm not even supposed to think of this right now.
I'm stressing myself out because of this.
It's called marriage.
I'm too young to think about it, but I do think about it. And I'm worried. And scared.
Truly yours, please save me,
M.
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