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i just wanna fucking cry.
im sitting here and its so hard to even type without the tears rolling down my cheeks. im so frustrated.
why do i care so much if its over?
why does it matter so much to me if theres nothing that can be done.
why do i fucking dwell over it and look at pictures from the past and start crying like a fucking idiot.
im so stupid.
why do i hide my feelings?
and why do i tell him ill be ok when i know that i cant handle it.
whatever.
anyone wanna make out?
i. love. you.
im sitting here and its so hard to even type without the tears rolling down my cheeks. im so frustrated.
why do i care so much if its over?
why does it matter so much to me if theres nothing that can be done.
why do i fucking dwell over it and look at pictures from the past and start crying like a fucking idiot.
im so stupid.
why do i hide my feelings?
and why do i tell him ill be ok when i know that i cant handle it.
whatever.
anyone wanna make out?
i. love. you.