I’m frustrated looking at your name on MSN. I want to talk to you. I want to hang out with you. But all I can hear in reply to my thoughts is “I don’t want messages from you, in fact fuck right off out of my life.” I made that last part up I know. If you want me to feel rejected, you’ve had your success, hope it felt as good for you as it did for me. I know you’ll read my blog still, I know you can’t stay that detached. Actually who knows, maybe you’re not reading this and maybe I’m talking to myself. It just really sucks looking at your name on MSN and not being able to ask you why you’re even online. You’re never online, except for when you were in San Francisco. You’re gonna win this one. You’re more stubborn than me. You’ve already won. Whatever. What a stupid fucking way to cope.
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