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one of these days, i'm going to tell you what i really think. i have the filter when we talk. my guard's always up. i'm afraid of saying the wrong thing cause i know you'll shut down. but one of these days, i'm going to fucking snap. i'm just going to start yelling at you. i'll scream and rant and tell you what i really think of her and of you and of all this shit and i'll probably end up crying a lot. i cry when we talk, sometimes. you never notice. i don't know why i'm crying, i have no reason to at all. i'm the (not so) objective party in all this but i just get so fucking frustrated that i can't take it any more. i promise, one of these days i'll snap. i hope we can survive, i'd really hate to lose you because of all the awful things i think of saying to you.
secretly, i think you know all the things i'd say anyway. just maybe not at that volume.
secretly, i think you know all the things i'd say anyway. just maybe not at that volume.