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She thinks I hate her. She thinks that I am blaming her. I don't. Sure I say stupid shit, stuff that I should just keep to myself, but I don't regret it. Perhaps I need to learn to edit myself better. I know that I am a good person, even if I happen to stumble, just because I let my hands type for a little longer than I should. I didn’t mean for it

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I still don't understand why you can't just talk to me.

But whatever, you do what you want.