he was fucking with me and it really pissed me off. he knew who i was with the little information he was given and now he was using it against me. i had no room to argue, i was a shitty person. he was right, too, i did kill myself because i hated myself. i hated myself even more now because i wanted to know everything about him. i wanted him to sleep on my bed with me and press his hand against the small of my back again. i just had to be by him now and it was getting worse. he did this on purpose.

    i got into the room and shut it behind me, trying hard to not slam the door. i collapsed onto my bed and it all just didn’t feel right. this was not my bed. the bed in my apartment was not my bed. the bed at my parents’ house was n...

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