I hate people.
I fell in love with a kid from Scotland.
I live in the United States.
He obviously didn't mean anything when he said he loved me too.
Or else he wouldn't be with her.
I wouldn't have to read their conversations, and feel the need to cry over and over.
Because that's pretty much what I do. Cry.
I haven't felt so crushed in so long. I mean....he was supposed to be different. And location wasn't supposed to matter.
But I guess I didn't really take into consideration he still likes his exes.
Who he gets to see everyday.
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