crushedYou'd think this would be a good thing, wouldn't you?
But it's clearly a joke. I mean, it clearly is. And somewhere out there there's someone sitting laughing their arse off while their mates shriek "I bet she falls for it! I bet she believes you!"
Well, I don't believe them. And I'm not falling for it. Which is a damn shame if it's real, really, isn't it?
God damn the bastards who made me feel like this. God damn the kids who every year decided on a different way of getting me to suffer the most humiliation possible. I hope they never know how much they've fucked me up, because they'd have to kill themselves and I don't want their deaths on my conscience. I want to get over this. I don't know how to.
Sorry. But, y'know. Argh.
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