Getting pretty fucking sick of all of this bull shit. Every time I help you I hurt myself even more and it's not worth it any longer. You can figure yourself out and have fun with her or whatever because you just don't care about me the way I care about you and that's it. I'm starting to realize that you will never come around and end up at my doorstep or call me admitting your long kept feelings that just don't exist. I've been fooling myself all along and it sucks so much but I have to move on somehow, and it's not going to be with you. I'll always love you for who you are and I don't think I'll ever stop caring or this ache in my chest will go away but I'm willing to try and forget what happened 2 years ago. So. yeah. bye.
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AuthorHi, my name is Lizzie. I'm about to turn 18, and I'm worried a lot, and I love food, and I lack self-control a lot, and I'm really talkative, and none of this information is important, yet I'm compelled to say it all. This is my blog. Archives
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