Monday, April 11, 2011

i hate that you are, you.

i hate missing you, but i hate what you did to me even more. i hate what you said to me, i hate the way you made me feel, i hate that you expect me to instantaneously forget about it. i hate missing you, but i hate the fact you did this and made me miss you even more than i hate missing you. i wont let you know i care anymore, because i know you don't give a flying fuck.

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