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My unfortunate situation was good enough for one more sympathy hangout. But then I started thinking. And I realized that's all it was. Sympathy.
You told me that you never stopped caring for me. But I thought about how you deleted all of your comments from my myspace. And then deleted all of mine from yours. Hmm.
And you complain that I'm immature about things. Except that what you're doing and how you're handling things is immature.
Leave my friends alone, p.s. They've done nothing to you, and the things that you're saying to them is pretty fucking unnecessary. You've met them all either once or twice, and you act like you know everything about them. And you don't. And you didn't need to get your other friends involved in anything either. Maturity. Severely. Lacking.
Grow up and worry about your own life, instead of everyone else's. That's pretty much the reason that I stopped liking you in the first place. You're one sided. And you'll probably never change.
You told me that you never stopped caring for me. But I thought about how you deleted all of your comments from my myspace. And then deleted all of mine from yours. Hmm.
And you complain that I'm immature about things. Except that what you're doing and how you're handling things is immature.
Leave my friends alone, p.s. They've done nothing to you, and the things that you're saying to them is pretty fucking unnecessary. You've met them all either once or twice, and you act like you know everything about them. And you don't. And you didn't need to get your other friends involved in anything either. Maturity. Severely. Lacking.
Grow up and worry about your own life, instead of everyone else's. That's pretty much the reason that I stopped liking you in the first place. You're one sided. And you'll probably never change.