pretty sure everything is over. we fucked a few times. now i'm just fucked up. all i really want is friendship. oh, and my coffee mug back. not gonna call him. not gonna check my email. not even gonna drink. gonna lay still in my bed and wait for things to change...
dejection. rejection. being blown off. it never gets easier. but after an entire life-time of experiencing these things you'd think i'd at least have gotten used to it.
i haven't.
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