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"I love you Nicole, but girls...girls make me wanna fucking kill myself. Sorry"
Damn, and just when I started liking her too.
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Bitch pop a xan HOLY SHIT ITS FRIDAY LEAVE ME ALONE. Why do I have to deal with your bpd ill shit. Im your girlfriend not your therapist. I mean If you dont want to take ur meds you can always give them to me hey.
Im Nicole by the way hi, WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO HER? Whats her problem?
I guess its whatever, I dont really care. But fuckkk was I pissed that I wasnt the one to end it. That hoe..ughh.
I didnt even bother replying. Its just her usual bpd shit (Right?) . She'll come crawling back to me like a lost puppy, like always. (Please do...)
I tossed my phone aside. I did one last line of...whatever the fuck my mom had in store and then I went to sleep.
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So the weekend sure did pass well. Me and Jecka fought over some stupid belt and now she actually doesnt want to talk to me? Have fun with your feet suckers then.
(So I would've been alone if it wasnt for Emily. Shes a fucking legend, but pisses me off sometimes I cant lie.)
I didnt talk to Ari at all after that, its like she just...dissapeard from everywhere? (And even if I did would you care?) Wtf. I didnt think much of it, since I'll see her tommorow anyway. I was too tired to care about whatever card she was pulling.
...Exepct that she didnt pull up at all. Now this was weird.
Not like I ever gave a fuck bout that bitch, but damn man...somethings off.
If it wasnt for Emily and her services I probably wouldnt be able to shake it off sober.
(Fuck just how I wish that feeling lasted forever that day)
Now...I dont know why would I even think of this but I just did. I showed up to her house to pay her a visit, as if I had missed her.
(But I did and I missed out on wayyy too much)
Her mom told me some kind of sob story, but lets get to the point she was upstairs in her room. She let me come in...does she not know orrr
(She sure was hanging up there)
I called her name out a couple times but to no avail. OH SO THIS IS HOW YOU WANNA PLAY?
I immediately lunged forward for the door, only to open it to...
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And I yelled again.
I...was most defenitely shocked. She was actually serious?
My lack of emotions was just fine. But for the first time, there was something else to it. It was geniune. I felt bad for myself too. I didnt really know how to react.
FIRST OF ALL IM NOT a fucking lesbian. Sure girls are like way better than men, pretty damn attractive. But not Ari. She was useful if anything.
Well now what? Ari is fucking gone. She ruined my already shitty life and I ruined her quite litearly. Sexed up abusive lesbians but so what? It was fun.
Now the only goood thing I had was...gone, because of me. FUCK YOU ARI, and fuck you people with your damn sayings. AND FUCK THIS LIFE.
I was a bad girlfriend cant deny that. Im a fucking sociopath, what did you expect? But I cant deny that I didnt like her either, in some way. Maybe it wasnt love exactly. It doesnt need to be normal fuck it.
Guess I should just kill myself too. Im not sad I just really hate my life. Its doomed ever since that...and not like I actually want to get a job and live past 20 FUCK NO.
And what the fuck was I supposed to do with her now? Im so lost.
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I walked towards her hanging corpse and kissed her cuts.
SHE HAD LIKE A THOUSANDS OF THEM. And each of them was my name. Damn thats pretty hot.
Speaking of which, I found a razor blade in her drawer and I knew just what to do.
Yes, Im killing myself, so what?
I decided to leave a note, one for both of us. I made up some sob story so that it doesnt look like some satanic ritual when they see us dead with like...a thouands of carvings of each others names carved deep into us.
Ari was fucking right. Girls make you want to fucking kill yourself.