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Update Jul 27 11:50pm:

I wanted to begin to apologize to those who have been waiting for the next chapter, it is over halfway written. I was in the process of continuing it and editing when on July 9 2020 my ex-boyfriend, who I was still very close to and in the process of reconciling with passed away. He was 22, an extremely handsome and incredibly happy and kind man. My world broke, and I lost the motivation to continue anything. I didn't deserve the attention or kindness he showed me. I am a literal walking ball of negative energy, and He was my exact opposite. Fun, charismatic, happy. I have never met anyone as happy as he was. It didn't matter what was going on, he was always so damn happy. I told him countless times that somebody could smack him across the face and he would still have that goofy smile. A few days before he passed, his 18-year-old dog named Scooby passed away as well. They were both buried together in a cemetery in Aspen Hill Maryland. My heart is heavy because the last time I spoke to him I was very mean. I was so so mean. But we had still discussed plans on meeting up later that week.

The point in writing this is this: Don't take the good people in your life for granted. Hug your mom, your dad, your friends. I cannot express how much I hate myself for not hugging him one last time. These past few weeks have been nothing but self-loathing. I hate myself so much. I hate myself for the way I treated him, for the way I would get annoyed by HIS happiness. Don't be like me. Don't take the good people in your life for granted. I regret it every day. I regret not meeting up with him earlier as he had asked. I regret everything man. And it's eating me up inside. Please be kind to people. I need to work on myself. On my views and on how I express them. Please be kind. Because of my own insecurities, I couldn't see what an amazing person I had. I just couldn't begin to understand how someone who looked like he stepped out of a magazine cover could be interested in a girl like me. So I kept him at a distance. and with my walls up I treated him horribly. Now every day his face pops into my head, and I'm haunted by image of him in his casket.

Again please be kind, and don't take for granted the people who support you. I hope to one day continue his dreams. Because he has such an amazing high school story, that brought on very big dreams. I'm sorry for everything. Thank you.

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