July 15, 2013 09:11am     Well, I suppose, you should laugh at me now. Tell me I told you so. I got fooled again. You told me to stay away from the prick, but I didn’t, because stupid me thought it was love. I’m writing this on the bed, my hands shaking, waiting for him to come. He doesn’t know it yet, that I read his journal and found the letters from his ex. He said I was his first, Liam. His first. And then you find this Valentine card from 2011 from a Sophie, telling him she loves her. Or he. I can’t really tell. The person who is with him, his lips almost on her/his cheek looks rather like a girl or a boy. The letter was sweet and all, she/he telling him how she/he loves him and how beautiful it would be to have their time spent together till they’re old and gray. That obviously is never going to happen.

And then this notebook that is plopped on the floor now, I found some notes inside how on May 2 he said yes to Bert. Bert, who was introduced as the best friend. I don’t know what that yes means but fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck–

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