So, just between you and me...
I know how bloody sad it is that I allow you to make me feel like this, but today I'm stinging especially badly.
If we could just... not talk for like, a month? I might be able to feel better about myself.
And I hate that. But days like today, I fucking hate you.
You don't even know you're doing it, but sometimes all I need to do is look at your big dumb face and I want to smack it. Hard.
Grr.
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