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I hate you. You've hurt me more than anyone I've ever met. You have done every last thing you possibly could have done to ensure that I'll never trust again. You don't deserve love. You don't deserve life. If you have a heart, you ripped mine out. I've half a mind to put up all the shit you've sent me for everyone to see. The movie, the pictures. Everything. You're a nauseating monster, and how -dare- you put me through this shit. Go to hell. You never deserved someone like me, and you never deserved my devotion. You deserve someone who -would- have left you just to get back at you. Have a real fucking wonderful life, I'm terrifically happy that the past five years mean shit. And I'm sorry, but "I just don't feel the same way, I don't know why." doesn't make me feel any better at all. Just thinking of all the tears I wasted on you, all the energy I spent on improving myself because you made me feel like it was worth it, it makes me sick. How often that it was you that I thought of getting ahold of first when anything important happened. How many nights I dreamt of your voice. It makes me damn sick. So much for my best friend.