stop it. stop whatever you are doing to me. stop telling me about this. stop telling me about that. obviously you don't know how much it kills me inside having to pretend that I'm cool with it, when I really am not. it hurts. it hurts like a bitch and you need to stop it. i hate it. i hate you. i mean it. why the fuck did you steal my heart, then left me hanging on to something non existent.... well.... maybe sometimes it did felt like something special was happening BUT.. NO, let's face it. Reality. Nothing started, and probably nothing ever will. This is all part of my own bittersweet wishful thinking. Sigh, such a terrible timing to fall in love. But what's worse? I fell for you
Mehhh, i hate myself
(Redundant post but whatever, needed this off my chest anyways)
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