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I said a lot of things at ABF.
I alternate between brutal honesty and absurd trolling and sarcasm based on my level of boredom.
She lived here. She chose to attend school there. I was on the phone with her all night nearly every night. We decided to get married. Stuff dumb kids do. It wasn't so much about her as it was about the betrayal and questioning whether it really was my fault and whether I could do anything to prevent it from happening again. Eventually I managed to move on. I'm sure part of the naive dumb kid in me died with that relationship, though. A shame. I liked him.Then what's to feel miserable about? If your emotional attachment wasn't strong enough to motivate you to visit her then I don't see why you were miserable for so long. Obviously it wasn't seen as important.
Oh, and I'm kind of an asshole. If the guy she fucked hadn't been homeless I probably wouldn't have been half as bothered by it.
Morrissey? Jesus Christ. I've never been that bad.Yeah, I'm kind of lazy. Listening to The Smiths and sleeping alot is about it. Nothing extreme. OMG I'm so emo.
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