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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?



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. 


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

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

  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. ;-)

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


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