things like what you did to me as a result of not wanting me as anything more than a friend, are why i write some of the things i write. its as if you've turned me down, i've written something heart-felt about it that is emotional and sad, and you have the nerve to wonder why. maybe that's not it at all. but it feels that way. i get rejected, and i start to vent about how i feel about it by writing about it, expecting you to at least comfort me in some way...and yet i end up getting precisely jackshit. to be honest, i really don't care all that much about it anymore. my mind isn't even focused on romance right now, or anything of the like. my mind is focused on my family, and at least trying to rebuild my relationships with the people in it. i'm sorry for not being as fortunate as you are. i'm sorry for not having a family that as close as yours. i'm sorry for not being as well off as you are. but that's just the way it fucking is. money means absolutely nothing to me anymore. money doesn't get a person things that mean anything real
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