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I just wanna get married. I don't have the strength and time for this high school shit.
I'm feeling pain that has nothing to do with the literal third hole in my nose and everything to do with the gaping, figurative hole in my chest. I am better than this, but it's going to hurt for a while, regardless. I hate him for being so charming and nice and funny and lovable. I hate him for tricking me into falling so hard for him. I hate him for not warning me. I hate him for not even telling me. I hate myself for falling so hard, so quickly. I hate myself for having complete sense of reality, but disregarding it completely. I hate myself for still wanting to be with him. I hate him for making me hate myself.
I'm feeling pain that has nothing to do with the literal third hole in my nose and everything to do with the gaping, figurative hole in my chest. I am better than this, but it's going to hurt for a while, regardless. I hate him for being so charming and nice and funny and lovable. I hate him for tricking me into falling so hard for him. I hate him for not warning me. I hate him for not even telling me. I hate myself for falling so hard, so quickly. I hate myself for having complete sense of reality, but disregarding it completely. I hate myself for still wanting to be with him. I hate him for making me hate myself.