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If Jeremy Cuntingham even parks in my drive way tomorrow for class- you know what? Right now I am going to write him a letter just in case he does. How can he so easily discard me? Does he even stop to think that I might possibly be hurting right now? Of course he doesn't. And his friends- Aaron, Buzz and Dave are getting sick of his bullshit w/ them. And he has no idea. Last night was his flatmate's birthday and he didn't stop by once to say hello. Whatever. I hate feeling this way just because of some guy. Stop it stop it stop it! Whatever, Jeremy Cuntingham. Whatthefuckever.
That's all she wrote:
L.
That's all she wrote:
L.