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I want to stop.

You frustrate me. No. You piss me off in so many ways it's insane, yet I can't stop thinking about you. This isn't fair. It really isn't. Sometimes I wish I'd never met you. I wouldn't have to go through this crap. But I don't know.

I hate this. So much. You're not being fair. I'm not being told anything. I'm so frustrated. So angry. Hurt.

Whatever.