Sorry we aren't friends anymore.

It was meant to be.
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I did it on purpose.
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I feel better.
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I feel like a bitch.
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I have serious issues.

Hej hej,
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(Like a) high school diary entry.

Please go away. I do not understand your significance anymore. Frequent sightings. Am I supposed to be running into you? Am I unintentionally looking to find you everywhere I go? Literally-
everywhere I go. And it kills me. I don't understand my emotions, at all. I don't find you particularly handsome, compared to the other people I have seen in my life. Yet... there is some unique... hmm... charm isn't quite the word I am looking for-
but it is pretty damn close.
Quality.
That is it. But is more than that.
And sometimes I don't feel even worthy for you, any other guy on earth. Why you, of all people, cause me to freak out every time.
And, it's still a mystery- why you?
After all, you are pretty strange. You can admit to that. Awkward. Me, too.
But, I've tried to get past that. Still awkward. Maybe we're supposed to stay awkward with each other forever?
What could be
doesn't mean it ever will be.
Fuck this shit.
But,
I'm still not done with you.



Hej hej,

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