My thought.

I Dont miss you, I miss who you were, and I hate myself so much for believing in you and your fake feelings. Now everything is lost, time has passed and I'm still screwed and trapped in my mind. How the fuck am I supposed to make you happy? If I don't even know how to make myself happy and I can't even make my mom fucking proud of me, I'm truly a waste.

for you phony bastard J.

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