07/01/10, 01:06AM

TO: Rebekah

This is getting ridiculous. I’m on the computer in the  middle of the night, writing e-mails that I’m never even going to send. Makes me wonder what’s the point. Shouldn’t I be using this time to catch up on a bit of sleep?

Like I could sleep when I feel like this. Bekah, I’m such a liar, and there’s no going back. I can’t live like this when I know how much I’ve lied in the past. Everyone’s going to hate me when they know what I did. How can I ever look them in the eye? 

Help me, Bekah, please.

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