i love how i fall for the jerks. figuratively speaking.
i don't actually love it. i hate it.
i hate getting my hopes up. i hate dreaming about them. i hate that i will re-read over their text messages searching for any hint of affection.
how does that saying go? when one door closes another door opens.. well it feels like lately all i've been getting are doors slammed in my face. i wait for another to open. but it never does. and i'm beginning to suffocate.
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