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Wednesday, 11 January 2012
05:56:38 PM (GMT)
Dear you,
What number letter is this from me to you? This is a fairly pointless letter. I know
I would never dare send it. But it's going to just do more venting. And I won't even
feel better after. I'll just feel hopeless. That's a recurring feeling for me now,
because of you. Hopeless. I'll just say all the same things. Let all my
frustration show clearly in my words.

Whenever I think I'm done with you, I'm not. I'M SICK OF THIS AND I'M SICK OF YOU.
Most of the time you hear about this sort of stuff with people who are dating or have
dated. But we never did. 

Or maybe I'm making this all up. That's the bad thing about having a huge

You've utterly worn me out.

‹jesus_of_suburbia› says :   11 January 2012   689195  


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