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I wouldn't be happy for you

Would I be happy for you if you found the love of your life?

FUCK

NO.

I would throw a fit

I would cry and scream

And lose my shit and

lock myself in my room

till I forget what what

makes the difference

between night and day


I'd be miserable for you

Because I wanted to be the one

to make you that goddamn happy. 

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  1. how long has it been since your heart was broken?

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  2. Are you calling me fat? Because if you're calling me fat...that's low man. That's low.

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  3. I feel that same way. My ex and i broke up mutually and he said "i hope you find someone great for you blah blah" but in reality though it sounds selfish i hope he doesn't find anyone until I am happy with someone else. I don't want him to find a love, i don't want him with a pretty girl, I want him alone in his room. ;-)

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  4. EXACTLY GIRL! I want him crying in his room watching shitty porno just like me.

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