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So here's something ironic. I have 2 great friends who I can talk to about Adrian and who care about me and would take the pain away if they could. Except the only one who can ease the pain is the one who caused it in the first place.
I don't want to hate him. But on the days when everything I see reminds me of him, and when all I'm stressed about school and money and have nobody to talk to, and when all I can think about is what we would be doing if he was here, and when I think about how he'll never kiss me again, I'll never get to wake him up again, or get baby kisses from him, or hear him on the phone, or be his baby wiminz...it's so hard not to hate him.
He took so much away from me when he decided to end it. I'm hollow, empty, like glass. He made me feel complete. I thought I made him feel complete. I thought he loved me.
I don't want to hate him. But on the days when everything I see reminds me of him, and when all I'm stressed about school and money and have nobody to talk to, and when all I can think about is what we would be doing if he was here, and when I think about how he'll never kiss me again, I'll never get to wake him up again, or get baby kisses from him, or hear him on the phone, or be his baby wiminz...it's so hard not to hate him.
He took so much away from me when he decided to end it. I'm hollow, empty, like glass. He made me feel complete. I thought I made him feel complete. I thought he loved me.