This sucks. You suck. We suck.1
I act so happy around you, but I never am. It's like every time we hang up, or every time I leave, I want to cry.2
Sometimes I do. It's never fun. I wish I could tell you just how I feel, but I'm so afraid. I know you'll say that you don't like me, and that you're waiting until college to have another girlfriend and all that rubbish, and so then I think I'm better off not telling you.3
And today I had a horrid day, and I want to call you and I want you to comfort me and I want you to make things better. But I'm afraid, cos I know you're too busy to answer, and just like you let go when I needed you, you'll let go now.4
Love sucks.5
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It's short, get over it Blake. I hate love.
Eh?
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i can totally relate to this... good work! x
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I don't get it: 'But what am I getting over, huh?'
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dry cries are the worst. But what am I getting over, huh? Your the one with the guy problem not me! Oh, well.
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