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[kaleidescopes]

I am sad and my life is crap. I miss you, but you fucked everything up. maybe I did. either way I hate it. why bother. I hate thinking about you. and I hate thinking about her because my fists clench and my night is ruined. but you're always there. I don't want to do this anymore what's the fucking point.

Why did you have to fuck her?

I hate you so much and it's never going away.

what now?