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Gosh.

I’m still affected.

Freak.

Don’t we have any other things to talk about?

Sh*t.

Seriously.

I hate you.

I hate you.

I thought talking to you may make me happier,

but I’ve decided that,

everytime I talk to you,

I get more upset,

I get angry,

I get jealous,

I feel betrayed.

I don’t know why,

but these emotions just well up,

and they are threatening to burst.

So enough is enough.

I just needed to say this out.

But I hate this.

I hate this.

I hate this.

I hate this.

3 times,

to emphasize a point,

right?

Well,

that’s three times already.

 

Shucks.

I feel so insecure.

I’ve never met a guy who shattered my confidence so much .

Damn you.

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