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He still says hi to me with pity, like he wants to make sure I'm okay. To see if it's okay for him to talk to me. I understand. I might seem upset or jealous. Maybe it's because I am... No it's not because of that, he got that because he is compassionate, empathetic, outgoing, funny, sweet, and loved. That's why I'm jealous. I want his attitude, I want his outlook on life. He's optimistic. While I have a stick shoved so far up my *** I can't seem to hold onto friends for longer than a school year. **** life.
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
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He still says hi to me with pity, like he wants to make sure I'm okay. To see if it's okay for him to talk to me. I understand. I might seem upset or jealous. Maybe it's because I am... No it's not because of that, he got that because he is compassionate, empathetic, outgoing, funny, sweet, and loved. That's why I'm jealous. I want his attitude, I want his outlook on life. He's optimistic. While I have a stick shoved so far up my *** I can't seem to hold onto friends for longer than a school year. **** life.
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
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