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I take a sip of my water and turn to the next page. It's only been five minutes since I started reading them, but it still feels like eternity.
I hate college. I hate people. I hate people who go to our college.
They don't have to give me their fake sympathy or show fake concerns regarding you or your condition. They always rub it in my face by reminding me that you're not awake. That you're not here with me. Everyone is just so fake around me these days, always offering to be the one I could talk to if I ever need to.
The people who once used to bitch about you behind your back now want to offer me a shoulder to cry on.
Even Charlie has started to irritate me by reminding me all the fucking time that I can talk to him whenever I want to. He's my best friend. He should know that I don't want to talk to anyone besides you. He's supposed to know that I don't want to talk to him or anyone else.
I want to hear your voice. I want you to talk to me. Please talk to me Ali. Wake up. Say something. Anything. Please, Alisha.
Tell me you love me. I'm dying to hear your voice, gorgeous.
PS I love you to the point where words can't explain.
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