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i'm not your goddamn secretary to boss around

I hate that the thing I want the most is the one being stolen from me.

Stupid cow telling me to shut up, what the hell!

I want to want you. I want to want you so fucking bad. But can I let myself... like, really, let myself want you? No. Because I have no fucking confidence. People did this sort of stuff when we were 16, I'm 21 and stuff haven't fucking kissed someone properly. I haven't had sex. And yet I'm supposed to live up to this reputation that I have of the whole cool, popular, attractive guy who did all this crap years before anyone else. Reputations mean nothing when there's no truth behind them, and god knows I didn't start it. I want to want you so badly. I want to kiss you so badly. I wanted to kiss you tonight, when you gave me every chance, but I fucked it up. I fucked it up AGAIN. I hate myself for shit like that. I really, deeply hate myself for this kind of thing.

Dear Samsung,

I understand it can be difficult at best with all those billions of dollars to develop software. I, as a consumer, really don't care how effectively I can run and manage a inexpensive piece of plastic. In fact, I just like to spend money for things, bring it home, unwrap and just leave it.

WHY DO HEADPHONES HATE ME?

I'm still mad we never did Weview.

Feel like the biggest dumbest stupidest dumbfuck person ever. I actually still thought at the bottom of my heart you'd make an effort. Love definitely doesn't exist, it's just a fucked up thing you see in movies that makes stupid girls like me believe that one day it could happen to them. Fuck it all.

2 years today. Not that your selfish self would even know what

I spent the whole goddamn weekend working and sending the emails so that we could meet the Monday morning deadline. Did you read them? No. Did you answer them? No. Could I proceed without your feedback? No.

Now it's Monday afternoon and you're pushing me for the amendments that you asked for at 10.30am. To meet the Monday morning deadline.

Go. Fuck. Yourself.

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