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I know she is completely hung television up on you. I am not sure why, you are absolutely nothing special. We have only been in separate states for television two and a half weeks, and already we are fucking falling apart. I have been television fucked up enough by other guys and by myself, so I don't need your help. You have absolutely no idea how to have a relationship or how to treat me, as your girlfriend. You think for some reason that I give a flying fuck about that stupid bitch. I really think it is going to be over soon. You are four fucking beers away from cheating on me, I know it. I have done so well by myself in my numb world, and you had to go and get into my heart. Well, it is officially closed. I cannot handly your immaturity and stupidity. You never know what to say to make me feel even slightly good. I think the only reason I like you is for your friends.
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