I hate him. I really do. He is a big jerk. It's okay for him to move on, but as soon as I do I am a big hoe. Whatever. I don't even care. He doesn't even know the half of it. I wish that he would just be the person that he pretended he was. That would make everything better. Or maybe, he should just die. Because he makes me feel like crap. Yeah,
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