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10/30/098:55 PM
so tough, it's r-r-r-raw

'okay wait, I have to find the right time.' Story of my life. I wish I could go with an eraser and just erase everything. All these feelings that seem to be rushing in and out. Gone. I'm supposed to be over you by now. Frig, I swear I say this everyday. You were the one who could make me laugh. You could make my depressing day happy with just one smile. You were the one that I wanted and knowing that I couldn't have you just friggin hurt. Shit, I need an anti-guy pill. While I'm getting over you I seem to be developing feelings for some next guy. There's something friggin wrong with me I swear. I got this though. Who am I kidding? You know why they call it a crush? Cause, in the end you get crushed. End of story. Peace.