I hate you. I cant stand to live in the same house as you. I cant stand to look at you let alone having to share what was mine. Having to isolate myself in my room because your presence disgusts me. I. Hate. You.
I cant live here anymore. I have a feeling im gunna starve myself to death in my room. Or probably end up breaking promises. And ive tried so hard...
Sigh, i'd write more but i really cbs on my phone, no net on lappy. And plus,
I feel sad.
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