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The rambling mind of the love-struck girl in the middle of her denial

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him..
I thought this in the rythm of my beating heart that I told my self only sped up to the sound of his voice or when I see his face, or when I hear about him becauce my hatred made me so mad.
He is so annoing, his stupid….face!And..and his…words that he says are so stupid.. and,and,and…the stupid way that he said thiat I would like him soon and that that, I can’t believe that he could say that he would be here when I finally came around… psh-psh-aw.Hahah yeah right , like that would ever happen!I’m going to go right up to him, look him straight into his eyes and say, and say, I’m gonna look into his eyes and say….his eyes…those beautiful green eyes,and I’ll say….
GAW !

I slide to the yellowed tile of the bathrom stall and put my head in my hands
I HATE it when he’s right!!

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