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I hate you. At least at this point. And I am done waiting for you to man up and talk to me or smile at me or wave. I'm done wishing you were still my boyfriend and kicking myself for not kissing you when I should have. It has almost been a year. I'm done wishing that you were more mature and that you would one day talk to me or just kiss me like in every perfect story. I'm done wincing every time I see your name pop up because you are online. I'm done walking the other way when I see you coming. I'm done wishing to be the girl walking next to you up the hill. I'm done wishing that you still brought me flowers. I'm done trying to be your friend. We were over a long time ago. I don't know why it's taken me so long to get to this point. Maybe it's because you broke up with me in an email and haven't said more than two words to me since then. Is that reason enough for me to hate you? If it isn't, I don't care. Because I finally do hate you. Almost a year after you broke my heart I am telling you, I hate you Larkin Riley O'Shea. You immature bastard. I hope that you see this one day and realize something about how you made me feel. Fuck You. |
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