Fuck, fucking fucking fuck.
Really?
Yes.
You don't say.
You know you haven't talked to me in a while.
You're right.
Let's have a hearty conversation.
I don't think I can make it last long enough.
Well, than fucking talk about what every gets the thing off your chest.
WELL lets FUCKING see.
Ember.
She says nothing BUT, I love you.
Fuck her.
I don't feel like talking about her.
This is the last poorly written thing I said to her:
"If you
seriously can't take the time out of the day to talk to me, and have the
time of day to put up new profile pictures, Don't talk to me.
Facebook > Me.
If you don't like that let me know, but I don't figure you'll get back to me."
FUCK
YOU
EMBER.
Because I really fucking need you, and you don't even fucking take it into account.
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