| i don't remember when everything i wrote down began to sound generic and dull but it did. so i have nothing to say. |
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| i always try to not remember, rather than forget. |
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| i want to rip her fucking head off.
i want to absolutely kill her.
how can she think this is ok?
calling him, texting him, instant messaging him.
HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU.
make yourself look a little more pathetic.
you started so many rumors about him hitting you and now you want him back?
are you fucking joking?
we make fun of you.
we laugh at you and your stupidity.
you are a joke.
fucking get over him and stop wasting my mother fucking time.
anger.
merry fucking christmas. |
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| the nutritionist called my mother.
the secret is out.
oops. |
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| if he knew i was anorexic, he wouldn't love me.
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