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you people are messed up. this is like a soap opera. hell, it's a fucking soap opera no matter where i go.

you, honey, must have your gray matter all tangled up in your skull, because no sane person could lie as much as you do with as few words as you say.

and i thought you were much better than that. immature, i can see, but this...this is just sick. disrespectful. i can't believe he thought of you as a friend. he trusted you. you are SICK. i can't fucking believe i felt the way i did about you, because YOU, sir, are a fucking GREEK TRAGEDY.

it may not be a crime, or even seem that terrible, but JESUS--how do you allow people like this to roam the earth? they don't even care about anyone but themselves, although to some, that may seem like a virtue.

at least i can keep my damn pants on.
Christ. (please forgive these people, because i'm having a hard time doing that myself.)

not that this was any of my business, i guess...think i'll just pull whatever little bit of feeling i had left for you out of the mess and throw it in the dumpster.

fuck.

(and now i especially feel like an idiot. you were right the whole time, r.)