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Ayesha, 15

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Tuesday, 2 February 2010 @ 22:01

Hi I feel sad.

I don't like the way things are between you and me. I don't like the way you're so insensitive. I don't like the way you think you're cool. I don't like the way you can't shut up when you need to. I don't like the way you sort of ignore me now. I don't like the way you make me feel so guilty. I don't like the way you're selfish. I don't like the way you're unforgiving. I don't like the way you don't know how to change. I don't like the way you've let me down over and over again for so long. I also don't like the way I feel like I've let you down. I don't like the way I hoard all my feelings to myself. I don't like that sec 3 life is getting too much to handle. I don't like the way I feel so tired of everything. I don't like the way I actually feel like a hypocrite. I don't like the way I am not doing my work well. I don't like the way I don't know how to save my money. I don't like the way I may complain about you when you annoy me. I don't like the way people give me weird looks when I suddenly get sort of high because I don't normally get very high now. I don't like the way I kind of hate you. I don't like the way I am not doing my work well. I don't like the way I am annoyed that you're becoming so different. I don't like the way I can't talk to you anymore. I don't like the way you probably don't like me now that you run with their crowd. I don't like the way I miss hugs so much. I don't like the way I don't trust you. I don't like the way I don't like things omg.

There are many many different yous in this post. I still feel sad bye.