Note.

I was crying most of the time when I was sitting at that restaurant thinking about Ginny and whatever I was going through.

It’s like a park. I would sit at the corner seat and cry.

Everyone knew what I was going through.

It wasn’t a secret.

I was minding my own business the entire time.

I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with that person, tbh.

She is fucked in the head.