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I was rejected, not because of a personality clash or some sort of acceptable non-dating qualities, but because of the kind of clothes I wear. Because I don't dress enough like a slutty vain girly girl and to him that makes me "un-dateable." There are reasons for rejection that I can accept and still maintain a decent friendship with that person. This is not one of those reasons and tonight I just lost one of my best friends because I kept holding out hope that deep down he wasn't the superficial ass hole that he constantly fronts in his image. And the sad thing is that on top of everything he's done to me I still miss him and I hate myself for it. Why can't I just let people go? Especially people who fuck me over on that level. I'm tired of being trampled on all the fucking time and I'm tired of never being good enough.
And on another note, today is my birthday. Happy birthday to me.
And on another note, today is my birthday. Happy birthday to me.