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I don't know how to tell her. How are you expected to tell anyone? "This isn't doing it anymore; your affections aren't suitable for me. I would rather have *** with other people than you." There's nothing wrong with her. She treats me well, and I spend more time with her than most. But she isn't her. You know? Her. "It's not that I don't like you. It's just that most people make me incredibly lonely. And you're simply one of them. No hard feelings, right?" There's just no pretty way to say it.
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC
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I don't know how to tell her. How are you expected to tell anyone? "This isn't doing it anymore; your affections aren't suitable for me. I would rather have *** with other people than you." There's nothing wrong with her. She treats me well, and I spend more time with her than most. But she isn't her. You know? Her. "It's not that I don't like you. It's just that most people make me incredibly lonely. And you're simply one of them. No hard feelings, right?" There's just no pretty way to say it.
doug-mckeen
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC
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