OCD// a.g - t.a

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September 25

tate read it. he said he understood, but we both ended up crying and hugging each other on my bed.

my brother moved out a while ago. i didn't want to talk about it but tate said i should.

he told me he moved out because i'm a freak. it hurt... a lot, i remember building snowmen with him in the winter when we were little, and sitting around fires just talking. but he hates me now.

tate is coming over later and he said he wanted to tell me something important, i hope he doesn't hate me too.

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