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lala. i hate it when you know something, but then you see something or think of somthing of it totally makes it more of a reality. like, if someone could be like, fucking you up emotionally, mentally, or even physically, but, it doesnt change a thing about their lives. they could go on just fine without you, or worse, they're fine even knowing that they're casuing you pain. *sigh* i hate my reality.
so, i found out how my dad found out about certain convos and well, i'm sorry. but, i'm not gonna talk about it in here and since you never fucking answer your phone and you're never on when i'm on.. oh well. i'm out i guess. for now anyway. bye.......
so, i found out how my dad found out about certain convos and well, i'm sorry. but, i'm not gonna talk about it in here and since you never fucking answer your phone and you're never on when i'm on.. oh well. i'm out i guess. for now anyway. bye.......