when writing and throwing your pens and tearing newspapers don't work anymore.
i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you.
trust me i typed every single one of those out.
what's the point of copy and paste if you are still in a bad mood after that.
i feel like continuing but no, i think i should just go start work.
and don't bother asking me who this is for, you probably won't have enough time to listen to me or even want to listen anyway.
so don't even show that you're the slightest interested because i know you're not, really.
and when i finally want to tell you you tell me you are going to do something else and not going to listen to me and i'm going to be all let down and disappointed all over again, which is much worse than if you don't ask in the first place.
so fucking disappointed.
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