I hate myself. I don't hate myself like I used to. I don't want to die. I hate myself for liking him this fucking much. What the fucking hell. I feel like someone I don't want to feel like, always talking about different boys. I don't know. I don't want to trust him, but I do. I don't want to like him, but I do. I don't want him around me, but I do
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