dear ___,
i made you jealous. and it made me happy. like i finally accomplished something after weeks of trying to finally get you to realize my pain. because you can never really feel what i'm feeling until you go through it yourself. i let ___ play me a song. multiple songs actually. course, you don't like it when people who were so into you go to him. you're jealous of him and how easy he has it and how annoyingly popular he is. and now i was getting two steps closer to him as i was going two steps farther from you after speaking words and words of hatred of him. so of course you needed to defend your pride, so you force your headphone into my ear, and i resist you because you can't be entering my life. not again. and ___ is looking at me weirdly because she knows what you're trying to do. you're acting like everything between us is okay, when really, i've been avoiding you like the black plague for this entire week. but no, i let you play me a song. a song i don't know, and one i don't care about. the same way you don't know me, and you don't care about me.
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