fuck, i think i hate you.
i think i'm disgusted. i've started to feel it fill me up. it's coming fast and it's unexpected. i wish i could reverse it. i think i've got to say goodbye. spending time with you is like reading the newspaper and eating stale bread. Neither makes sense or is pleasing. my sex drive has exploded and you aren't there to eat it up. I'm losing interest while you're gaining.
this is a crash course. there can't be a happy ending.
fuck, i think i hate you.
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