angry sentences about boys.

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I KNOW YOU’RE NOT COMING FOR ME, AND I KNOW YOU NEVER WILL, SO IT STOPS HERE. FUNNY, ‘CAUSE IT NEVER EVEN STARTED, AND SAD, ‘CAUSE YOU’RE REALLY QUITE SOMETHING. BUT IT’S NO USE GOING ON LIKE THIS. I HAVE TO START TAKING CARE OF MYSELF. I’M TIRED OF YOU MAKING ME FEEL LIKE I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH. I WANNA BE VISIBLE. I WANT MY LIFE BACK. FORGETTING WON’T BE EASY, BUT I LIKED THE WAY IT FELT WHEN YOUR FRIEND HELD MY HAND LAST NIGHT. I LIKED THE WAY HE WASN’T AFRAID. AND I LIKED THE WAY HE KISSED MY FOREHEAD AFTER I GOT AN ELBOW TO THE FACE ON THE DANCE FLOOR. AND I DON’T EVEN WANT SEX. SEX DESTROYS ME. I JUST WANNA LAUGH AGAIN. I WANNA REMEMBER WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE VALUED. SO, EVEN THOUGH I LOVE THE WAY YOU SMELL, THE WAY YOU SPEAK, THE WAY YOU’RE MAD ABOUT ART, THE WAY YOU ABSORB INFORMATION LIKE A FREAK OF NATURE, THE WAY YOU WEAR YOUR PANTS, THE WAY YOU SING BEST COAST “WHEN I’M WITH YOU” WHEN YOU’RE SITTING ON MY BED, THEY WAY YOUR ARM FEELS RESTING NEXT TO MINE, THE WAY YOU ROLL YOUR CIGARETTES, THE WAY YOU MOSTLY DRINK RED STRIPE AND BECKS BUT YOU’RE NOT THREATENED BY THE FEMININITY OF A GLASS OF RED WINE, THE WAY YOU ALL OF THE SUDDEN REMEMBER I EXIST AS IF IT’S SOMETHING YOU’VE BEEN MEANING TO DO, THE WAY YOU TYPE YOUR STUPID MANCHESTER SLANG, THE WAY YOU TAKE YOUR TIME IN ART MUSEUMS, THE WAY YOU TOTALLY DON’T BRAG ABOUT YOUR UNCLE BEING THE MANAGER OF JOY DIVISION, THE WAY YOU ALMOST NEVER LAUGH, THE WAY YOU TREAT YOUR FRIENDS, THE WAY YOU HAVE MANNERS AND A SENSE OF DECENCY, AND EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE ALWAYS ON MY MIND, I WON’T KEEP THIS GOING. I JUST WON’T.