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why doesnt john fucking care about me!?! i always loved him, cared about him. and he doesnt give a fuck. The only time he looks at me is when i pretend to be happy, what, does he want to pretend he isnt making me miserable. would it be so hard to ask if im ok?, i passing curtesy to an stranger who happens to be crying. Thats right john, dump me completely from your life, pretend it never happened. Would that ease your guilt. Its seems you care more about making James feel better than you do about ripping my heart to shreds. I wish i could hate you. i love you, you fucking bastard