don't blame me, it was really, totally, certainly irrelevant. you're just too busy putting make-ups, buying speedcars, making nosejobs boobjobs legjobs whatsoever. so if he once or ever blink some flirty eyes behind you straight up pathetic you dumb nazi. just give your fully effort on attracting him and waste the whole of your life making some nonsense which most of people doesn't even care. love. it came if we were meant and tied to each other, not something you try hard on so that you end up pathetically. yes, you are completely pathetic. PATHETIC. i'm not his girlfriend, not even a special friend. eat shit you fucking toad licking numbnuts. nada, zero, zip, nothing. i stands out, you doesn't.
i love him, but i'm not in love with him. this is a false distinction. completely backwards if you think about it. love is love. what's really meant by being in love is obsession, addiction, infatuation, but not actual love. being in love is a statement of your own needs and desires rather than an attempt to fulfill another's. true love, on the other hand, is a bridge between to people. it had taken me most of my life, and all of my afterlife, to come to this realization.
so yes, me and charlotte usher is completely similar. we just had one difference, she's dead and i'm alive. but i'm gonna die, soon
?By Natalia
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