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I am an idiot. I will put you out of my mind.
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I am an idiot. I will put you out of my mind.
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it amuses me every time she says she lacks the milk of human kindness since she is the kindest person i know my heart breaks again if you don't love me, let me go and i should not take pleasure in her marriage failing, but i do.
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I don't have any shit talk today! Merry Christmas!
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It sometimes feels like all you people do is hurt me.
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I love you in a way that you will never know. I could love you in other ways, but I don't think that you will ever want me like that. But all that is ok, because life just is. Thank you for letting me see that. Have a beautiful like. -X
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your cat clawing at people is not, and never will be, cute.
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Why does every tiny little thing hurt so badly?
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often i want to kick people when they're down.
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the neighbor refuses to talk to us these days.
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Why does it bother me so much that no one I like wants to date my online character?
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Maybe if you want someone to talk to you, you should try to email them, hmmm??
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Missing you so much, wish we coulda fixed things.
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i wish i felt better about having become the sort of person who takes pictures of their lunch and posts them to the internet. i wish it didn't feel like a cry for attention, begging strangers to tell me that i'm doing something inane okay. i also wish for a rocketship and a pony.
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broke, lonely, jobless, confused. Why can't we just talk to eachother?
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Am I going insane? The way I've been writing e-mails to strangers suggests that I may be. stomach in, chest out.... here we go.
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I think I'm more afraid that he's forgotten entirely than I am that he will say yes.
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for the first time in my life, i am dreading my birthday.
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too many people want things from me when they see me walking around. i just want to eat a salad, dammit!
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also maybe you could stop being so defensive.
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maybe you could do your chores in a more timely fashion.
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i've stopped caring about these things i make and now they are overtaking me! yarg!
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You'd think after 20 years of friendship that when you heard that you really hurt me and I didn't want to talk that you might actually make some effort to fix things. I guess I know how much 20 years of friendship means to you now, huh?
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I'm unhappy at my job, but if I didn't have one, he & the cat would be homeless. I could live with my sister. Tired of carrying more weight than my own.
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Thanks. I was honestly trying to get some help from you, my best friend. Help with something that is humiliating to the extreme and you just mock me. Well then, fuck you.
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What part of "I really badly want to go to the party" did you assume meant "I don't want to go to the party"??
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because of you i will always hate Canada a little.
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I'm sick of privileged little rich boys bitching when his friends won't give him free work for his latest hair-brained money-making scheme.
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Love, confusion, hurt, trust, justin, betrayal, lies, sex, frustration,
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I know what you say behind my back and I know what you say behind other people's backs. You are a horrible person, I will not give you any more fuel for your fire. I hope I will be there to witness when it eventually burns you to death, you fucking witch.
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You've called in sick again. Color me surprised. What's best about it is that I get more work done when you're not here.
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Remains of things you killed and ate; things you grew; things that grew in space you're responsible for; things that died in that space; dead things. Everything here was composted at the shit talk compost bin.