“Alright fine”
Fine.
I can tell how much my feelings matter
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My world
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I just don’t Fucking get how you can get mad at me for telling you what was bothering me. Like wtf. You’re supposed to solve the problem not this. You don’t give a shit huh.
You don’t treat me like that either, Dylan. You don’t.
Seriously. Just. Fuck you life. You suck. Fuck you.
Jesus. How do you get so pissed at me for telling you what bothers me? Its like getting mad at me for being hurt.
Now you just leave.
Since oh Kat’s no one important.
I’m just waking up here.
you asked if I was still upset
I said not at you
but there’s still something bothering me
then you just give me shit
wtf.
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