the ch chronicles

this shitload of confusion between myself and ch is neverending. the
dynamic thus far is bittersweet. she stalked me for a new york minute
and I let her back into my life as just a friend or so I thought. we’d
previously come to an amicable agreement of friendship which turns out
to be not-so-amicable. last night she asked if I’d be her girl again.


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