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So uh, she told me she hates me, oh well, I was waiting for that. I guess I'm not up to par with society, not good enough. But you know what, that's life, I'm probably good enough to some people, and that's all I need. Oh well, I'll never forget about her, but life goes on, and so will I. It's a shame she doesn't even want to be a friend anymore, we had some good times. She doesn't know that I still think about her sometimes, and at times I wish she was still my friend, at least. At least a friend. Is that so hard, to have a friend? I guess so. Sometimes I wonder what kind of person I am, and sometimes I hate the person that I am, and when someone tells me they hate me, it reassures me of the type of person I am. Am I really that bad of a person that you would hate? I mean, what did I really do to deserve this, I just wanted to get by, you know? But I'm grateful for the people that are there for me, always. God is love, love is God.

tigerstance alex: i got a toolbox.. if u need me to come over..
tigerstance alex: ya know..
tigerstance alex: i can fix ur heart
tigerstance alex: and give u good time.

I love you nigga.