Suddenly, I just hate feeling lonely. I hate it that I can’t tell you what I want to say because I’m so afraid that I’ll break whatever we have left. I hate it that I can’t seem to find a person to tell it to. I hate myself for being so freaking sensitive. _______, you never did give a damn, but I cried. For you. And it’s cliched but I think I understand what people say when they have to pretend it’s all right.
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