"Oh, we kid ourselves there's future in the fucking, but there is no fucking future."

i don't know how much longer i can do this. i don't know if i can just be your friend. i don't know what to do. i mean i love being friends w/you but it's getting harder and harder. not to say something, 5 nights in in a week. 4 nights in a row. and i used to miss you so much, but it never seemed like you missed me, i guess because of that i stopped missing you. it was like i was grasping at your shell, and getting back nothing in return. love can be so boring so it's alright, it's OK, i'm so much better without you. i won't be sorry.

friend friend friend friend friend

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Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow —beautiful while it’s there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.