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I know that if you were there to talk to back then, back when I was on the verge of murdering that one who fucked up my life, you would have still not understood.
I don't there's a way to tell you without fucking everything up. There isnt a way. If I tell you, then you might hate me for reasons that you might say i wouldn't understand but i always understand.
So I kept you out of the loop in what was going on and all while that was happening, you were busy hanging out with her and her friends, she had become one of your new good friends. A friend that I had the intense urge to kill.
I suffered, watching you in your blissful obliviousness.
Time passed. The depression shrunk my body 4 sizes and exercise shrank it 6 more. I had become thinner than I had ever been. I'm still the same guy.
But you look at me like I'm...a different...
It doesn't help that I have had a stalker dressing like me, acting like me, and who looks a bit like me, except for the fact that the stalker is a girl.
This stalker is also your friend.
Why do I call this friend of yours a stalker?
I've caught her following me enough times.
She looks for me in the crowd, watching and waiting for me to walk by, and she stares, and I can feel the stare, but I do nothing. I know she is not to be trusted. But everyday. Every single day she does it.
Meanwhile you and I are so distant, it hurts me, but speaking that aloud would only mess me up.
We were so close.
....I can't bear to write anymore.

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Love is all I ever really want out of life.

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