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french class use to be fun used to be happy. but the summer can ruin everything like a rainy day. you're a rainy day. ruining me. depressing me. you act like we never went out you act like those 9 months never happened. its been 4 months I fucking know. but you don't understand. I still and will always love you. I promised you I would and you promised you would too but how can anyone trust a liar? you broke this promise that you said over a thousand times to me. I'm used to it though. every guy I went out with made promises and broke those promises. broke up with me. I want another chance, but I shouldn't want one. you were an asshole to me and how could I even trust you if we went back out. if you knew I made this about you, you would think the same thing. why should you trust me? I did cheat on you 3 times. but you said to my best friend that you suspected something. why didn't you break up with me then? why did you give me a hundred chances? what? Did you love me? haha funny. you never did. like how do I put you in words? at first I loved you. now I can't fucking stand you. you just make those 9 months disappear. do you have a fucking switch in you head that flips your fucking emotions off to me? are we friends? really? did you fucking cry when we broke up? do you still cry like me? no. I don't know how to put words toward you. I feel happy sad and mad. I'm happy that you finally figured out I'm a whore I'm sad that you broke up with me and im mad that you have no fucking clue what you put me through. when you love someone how I love you and that person breaks up with you and doesn't care, talk to me.
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