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Stop. Just stop.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010 @ 4:27 PM

I know you're the flirtatious type. I know you like flirting. I know you. I think..

I wasn't surprised when I heard things from people. Because you did the same to me when you were with her. But I never thought you would do the same to me. I didn't think you would flirt when you were with me. I guess I was wrong. I just thought things would be different.

I was chill with you being with another girl, spending time with her (probably more than you have ever spent time with me on a game) and all that, because I trusted you.

Did I really have to hear this from another person? Why couldn't you tell me what you guys say to each other..?

Aren't I supposed to be the only person you say certain things to?

Am I boring you? Am I not enough? Is she that great?
Those are the only reasons I can think of to why you're doing this.

If you had a conscience, you would stop, right now.

You would stop leading that fucking 10 year old on because you're making her fall for you. I don't want to get involved in a love triangle here. I'm not going to go through that shit. I'm sorry, I have a very low tolerance span for bullshit.

Please, don't disappoint me.

"*he'll be like, "You're so amazing" to her, and he'll be like, "___ IS MINE D<" and whatever.
*And it's like, "C'mon dude. D<"
& she doesn't want me to tell you or she'll think you'll rage at her. LOL D:"

- ANONYMOUS.
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