What in the hell is wrong with me..
Every single time I think about you for more than two seconds, my stomach starts to churn.
Then my head starts to hurt, to spin.
And my eyes fog over.
It makes me want to just be sick, curl up in a ball, and go to sleep forever.
Ugh, fuck.
I hate this.
I mean, what the hell.
It's been months. Six months, about.
I really, truly, honestly thought I was over it.
But, in light of recent events, I think I realized that I'm not.
Maybe that's why it didn't work..
Thanks for continuing to make me miserable, even when you're nowhere to be found.
It means a lot.
Dick.
No more serious relationships. They're really a waste of time.
I'm sixteen, which is too young for all of this, anyways.
What you want, when you want, how you want, with who you want.
That's the way to live.
Mhm.
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