So yea… I thought I left all this high school drama… people can be so judgmental and mean sometimes. If im not bothering you, there is no need to go out of your way to poke fun at me. This is not high school.
So I dont know what to say. I know not that many people will read this and thats why I do not mind posting this, but... I still love you. We havent talked for a week but it just isnt the same. You say that it will be, but it never will! If you knew how much I want you back in my life right now and how much I love and care for you, even though I did not show it you would've never wanted to end it. I know you are still confused yourself... thats what hurts the most I think.... I just do not know
Growing up in Maine is a privilege. It’s more than where you’re born. It’s an idea & state of mind imparted at birth. It’s more than loving red hot dogs, potatoes, lobster, Humpty Dumpty potato chips, and Whoopie Pies. It’s being hospitable, devoted to the outdoors, all the seasons, and each other. We don’t become Mainers, we’re born that way. The way life should be. Re-post if you were born or raised in Maine