2004-04-04 | 7:14 p.m.

I hate that some other girl is coming to visit you this week; taking up time that should be mine; sleeping in your bed; I hate it.

I hate this, "We're just friends," despite every appearance to the contrary.

I hate your mask of confusion. I want you to just pick me, dammit!

I hate you, and I hate this, and I want it all to be fixed...now.

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