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Sunday, September 20, 2009
I think about all the things you did to me.
Like how you could actually leave me alone last time, and pretend that you don't know anything.
How you can actually fall in love with another girl during your goddamn camp. And how you could actually cheat on me like that.
I think, and tears starts falling down.
Although I feel sad and whatever, I don't talk to you or confront you about it anymore.

Then why are you actually still doing that to me?



Hi

You do not know me.