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if i don't use proper grammar, it means something is seriously wrong.

sitting here alone.

i tried texting her.

four times.

no reply.

i wonder if she misses me.

i hope she's having fun with her wonderful, marvelous, sparkly boyfriend at homecoming tonight. so much fun that it won't hurt as much when she finally turns around and realizes that i'm not there anymore, no longer waiting behind her, waiting for her to come back me.

no, i'm not that loyal. i'm not that patient.




it hurts to forget.