You can't say those things to me and go fuck her on the weekends. You can't tell me the length of my hair is yummy, you can't call me and say it's also because you needed to hear my voice. That it's been too long, and then send me a fucking song about the eyes of a woman when it's not about me, that you hadn't thought about the song being about her. You can't text me asking if I'm okay. You can't do those things and lay your head down with her.
I hate you. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU!!!!!
I love you. God I love you.
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