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48Fuck This
I can’t stand to see you. I literally get sick to my stomach when I think about you. And when I saw you with him I couldn’t bear it anymore. I thought maybe if I just tried to be friends with you I’d be okay with it eventually. It’s not even that I still wish we were together. I don’t. We’re not right for each other and we found that out a while ago. What hurts is how little you actually cared about me. You told me “I want to be alone.” That makes sense. What doesn’t make sense is that you couldn’t wait even a week to get with someone new. And even then, I was ok with it. I gave you the benefit of the doubt and thought, “Maybe she’s found someone really right for her. Maybe she’ll be happy.” I was okay then. Then I found him on facebook and found out he’s four years older than you and takes pictures of himself in the bathroom with his shirt off. Seriously? The fact that you’re with someone like that, not even a week after we break up because you want to be alone can only tell me that I mean absolutely nothing to you and neither did our relationship. Because of that, all of our memories are ruined for me. All those nights we spent together, now all I can see is him in my place, except you’re happier with him. You tell him how much better he is than I am. I can’t even stand to walk to my room because we always used to linger and kiss in that hallway. You didn’t even need to get over me. I guess that’s because you had nothing to get over since we meant nothing. And here I am, writing, still trying to get over you. So there it is, if we meant nothing, then I have nothing to get over either. I’m okay now.
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for the last 2 weeks sleep has been more like an old schoolmate I occasionally bump into but don’t really keep in touch with
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