Blair

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"If we were meant to be, we would've been by now."
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I hate my life.

I really do.

It's 4: 04 pm.

And I didn't got out of bed yet.

I didn't sleep yet.

I just..couldn't.

And I couldn't get out of bed either.

Dad gave me food, but I didn't want to eat.

I couldn't eat.

I felt sick.

My phone vibrated, I picked it up.

A message from Ian.

A message from Ian

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No!!

There's no way!

He better be joking.

I texted back, questioning what does he mean by Ace.

He texted back, turns out he's a bigger asshole than I thought.

Ace is coming.

I fucking hate Ian!

He can't do this to me.

I texted back to him, telling him I look like crap at the moment.

'How bad?' He asked.

'I look like thanos!' I replied.

I think he realised I'm fucking serious, because he told me I have ten minutes.

Knowing I couldn't get anything more, I agreed, and thanked him

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I rushed to get ready

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I rushed to get ready.

My hair looked like crap, so I brushed it.

Just brushing it took 4 minutes.

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