A Letter.

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I'm too lazy to post song lyrics, sorry.

11:44 pm

August 13, 2014

I'm getting over you.

I'm moving on.

Fuck you.

I'm done trying to make you happy.

No matter what I do it's always my fault.

Why is it that all females always blame the males?

I'm not trying to be sexist, but damn.

Every woman I have loved turned her back on me and said it was my fault.

I should have never came back.

I should have stayed in England.

Where she isn't.

Maybe I would go back to pretending I was dead.

Or actually be dead.

Or just leave and never talk to her again.

She fucking hurt me and said it was my fault.

She went to find another guy and got one, and when I'm found a girl she got mad at me.

Me and the other girl didn't last very long anyway.

She just wanted sex.

Well, so did I.

I'm just a man whore.

But that's okay, because at least I don't date a new person every month.

I promised her I would never tell my friend about the fight we had.

I almost did.

I was tempted.

She deserves to know, right?

She doesn't deserve to be her friend.

I was hers first.

You broke her.

I healed her.

But then you came along and then she paid attention to you.

She barely talks to me anymore.

She loves you as more then just a friend and you can't see it.

How can you be so blind?

But you'll never love her the same way she loves you, though.

She's too shy to express her love to you.

When she does, you act like it's just friendly.

She told me, trust me,

She tells me everything.

I think.

Well, not everything.

But she comes to me for help.

Not always though.

She loves you so much.

But you won't date a girl.

I know that.

You're strait, I know that.

I love you too, but not as much as her.

I can't dare love you.

I'm already to attached to you.

I listen to songs that remind me of you.

I post quotes that remind me of you.

When I look into my brothers brown eyes,

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