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I usually do not feel bad about being bad.

When I think of you, though,
I get stomach ache about being bad.

I wanted not to misbehave… Not to you… Misbehave, not in the sense of being me, the usual me, misbehave in the sense of trust…
I tried.
I could not.

You made me want to be a better person..
And I failed in this test.
And I failed my honor, and my dignity…

A good friend, a mentor, told me: Even if she did not succeed, I am lost without hope.
Maybe…
Only thing I know…
I think of you when I sleep…
When I try to picture another girl, suddenly I have you standing in front of me with all your might, me sitting on my couch, looking up.

And this time,
Misbehaving makes me feel bad…