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			A month ago, I confessed a secret love I've developed for a longtime female friend. She denied that my feelings were even real and said I just wanted sex. I was so utterly devastated I wanted to swallow a bottle of valium. I lashed out in a rage, said some really cruel things (some of which I really meant). I've spent the last month holed up in my apartment. Now, she has a new boyfriend but keeps calling me, wanting to hang out. Part of me wishes she'd just disappear off the face of the Earth. The other half can't let half #1 get rid of her. 
 
 
I HATE LOVE, I HATE LOVE, I HATE LOVE,I HATE LOVE, I HATE LOVE, I HATE LOVE,I HATE LOVE, I HATE LOVE, I HATE LOVE,I HATE LOVE, I HATE LOVE, I HATE LOVE,I HATE LOVE, I HATE LOVE, I HATE LOVE,I HATE LOVE, I HATE LOVE, I HATE LOVE,I HATE LOVE, I HATE LOVE, I HATE LOVE!!! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! 
 
there, that feels a little better... why does this have to fucking hurt so much?!			 |   
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