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i'm ill.
or at least that's what my mum thinks.
to be dead honest,
i just couldn't face school today.
i have really bad lessons,
i don't have anyone to talk to anymore.
because apparently i'm amazingly self-absorbed and i have no interest for anyone but myself. even though i'm the one that sticks up for you, every frigging day when people badmouth you. even though i basically deserted the rest of my friends so you wouldn't be alone. and how do you repay me? by being closer with another one of my "best friends" and completely forgetting i exist.
you're gonna have a go at me for that^
and bring up the past.
tbh, i don't know what i've done.
i'm not in the wrong here.
and i'm not gonna say it hurts, and that i can't live without you.
i can.
it would just be harder.
much, much harder.
and that goes for both of you.
accuse me of what you want,
but i know that you know that when i'm not wrong,
i don't apologise.
don't have a go at me for no reason,
or i get pissed off,
for no reason.
you get me?
because you should.

^ that man once said:
"that's funny, 'cause i thought i was rubber and you were glue. boing fwip."
so those are my last words.
"boing fwip".

well, it's only payback for what you wrote, love.
don't be a hypocrite.

other than that,
i'm far too 'ill' to care.
i'm far too 'ill' to be typing.
i'm far too 'ill'.

*sigh.*