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| Current music: | The Calling- Adrienne |
And with that. You're gone.
Wow. Why does everything remind me of you? Every little detail of my life trails right back to yours. Songs. Pictures. Thoughts. Converstaions. Memories. Everything gives the slightest hint that you are there. Somewhere. Go the fuck away. Get out of my life. And leave me alone. I'm so sick of being reminded of you. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. I hate you so much it's unbareable. Why do things happen like this? I feel so betrayed. So unloved. So lonely. So miraculously unreal. And yet at the same time. I am perfectly content. So overwhelmed with joy. That it's mystifying. Every waking moment I am satisfyed even further with the conditions in which I live.
Pleasure. Discomfort. Ecstasy. Misery. Abhorrence. Ecstatic. Loathsome. Gusto. Intoxication. Vehemence. Miserable. Delighted. Loathsome. Mirth. Repugnance. Piquancy.
I told you so.
I Love You.
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