9:30pm
luna: i saw the tweets. you can shove your tongue down her throat, but ignore me? your best friend of ten years? you fucking suck
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luna: it fucking hurts. i'm actually crying and puking. i am gonna get fucking drunk. i fucking hate you.
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i can't fucking believe calum. i know we never dated, but we talked about people we were interested in. i never liked many of them because they always assumed i was going to steal calum. he hated that too, so he'd leave them because he hated when their insecurities got the best of them.
i get a bottle of vodka and just start downing it waiting for it to hit me. everything gets blurry. i grab my phone and start texting.
10:50pm
luna: calum im guckwin frink. i font hate you pls forgive me:
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luna: it jsut hurts bc sje doesng even seem like yoeu tyoe
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luna: ill wlways be wakting for you cal. lvoe yuo so so mcuh.
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luna: remeber when i todo you about ron? yoh duckin hated him. thats hwo i feel abut yoh and that giel.
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luna: ten fckyib years abd yiu ihnire me yet play todbil hockey with sien hirl you abrley know? fuck you calum thomas hood.
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