Sunday, March 20, 2016

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I told Rj that I like him again.

He told me that I talked so much trash that he thinks we should just be friends.

I only talked trash because I wanted people to think I was okay and just drop the subject.

But I always act before I think.

Always.

It hurts.

I'm crying over him again, and I can't control it.

My head hurts so fucking bad.

I don't know what to do.

Just fucking hurts.

It really, fucking hurts...

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