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so here's the breakdown.
You never call me, or even bother to talk to me in any form, unless of course I start a conversation. Even then it just ends in repeating the fact that you just dont give a shit anymore. I should be over this all by now, right? just like you are? Well I'm not. I'm not because I knew I was in love. That obviously means nothing to you. You'll never read this, I know for a fact, but if you somehow come across this... I want to just fucking go off on you. I want to hate you. I just know it won't help a damn thing.
It was so perfect, too perfect.
You never call me, or even bother to talk to me in any form, unless of course I start a conversation. Even then it just ends in repeating the fact that you just dont give a shit anymore. I should be over this all by now, right? just like you are? Well I'm not. I'm not because I knew I was in love. That obviously means nothing to you. You'll never read this, I know for a fact, but if you somehow come across this... I want to just fucking go off on you. I want to hate you. I just know it won't help a damn thing.
It was so perfect, too perfect.