It vexes me still why I even bother with this bloody thing, this journal. Reasoably so, I take it out every once in a full moon...to, more often than not, amuse myself with all of your pseudo transgressions. There is no such things as a bad day. It's pitiful, really, blaming the sun for rising on your reprehensible sad face. Oh, the tears that
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And whatever your disgusting implications were about a bloody slut running after me, a so-called girlfriend (who would be no friend of mine), I resent it. Don't ever think I would put up with such things, and don't say anything like that again.
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You are bitter.
I am fucking not.
The only things we're equals in is having fucking crappy hair.
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