day one hundred and ninety two

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poor kacchan...he's alone...

b-but that's what he gets, right? that's what he gets for using me and....and abusing me and-

and for making me fall in love with him...

i still remember that night so clearly. i can recall it in a heartbeat, yet you deny any sort of interaction with me. i'm like the plague: unwanted. stupid. a waste of life.

i should just go and kill myself already...

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