I hate the need for companionship. I don't get the human race.
This love stuff is a pain in the ass.
This love stuff is a pain in the ass.
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Love is always in bloom honey. That's the real problem.
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But I'm not a bee, can't be buzzing around love all the time. It's tiring.
WINTER!

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...feelings will only truly die when you find love with another. That's how it works.
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urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
What am I meant to do until then. I don't want to eat my feelings. Get drunk and have a series of headaches?
I need to do this healthily.
Chew my arm? Re-vamp my wardrobe? Surround myself with company?
Why is being a frustrated person the only consistent thing in my life.
Bahh. Bridget Jones.
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Ghost.
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