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[Apr. 11th, 2008|05:15 pm] |
I need to get this off my chest? I don't even care anymore?
Why you continously waste your time to pretend you still like me and that nothing is wrong will never make any sense to me, ever.
The fact that you saw me walking, yelled out whatever, and then had whoever was driving pull around so you could say hello, is completely unneeded.
I get it Jerika, I fucking suck.
I would rather you stop worrying about me, and just live your life.
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