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I hate you. After I finally had a grip on all of this and that I probably wouldn't be talking to you ever again, you pop right back up. I can't decide if I don't want to see you ever again or if I want you there everyday, just like it used to be. My feelings weren't shared by you, but I was alright with that. For the most part. Just you being there and talking about nothing and everything with me was good enough. But you left, and you took your leaving as a reason to basically drop me as a friend. It hurt me, but I have finally gotten over it. Over you. And now, even in the most remote way, you're back. I hate you. Or at least I'll try to.