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Sunday, July 18, 2010, 2:40 PM

Pardon me, it hasn't been easy trying to forget. When I think about you, the first few things that I remember are the mean things that you've said or done to me. I don't think about the good things, the good side of you. It could be that you are actually that terrible or that you just made me hate you too much. It's strange that you could still mean a lot to me. But fuck that, I won't let you fuck things up again.

Can I have a tissue, please?