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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Nova

I shouldn't be feeling this angry first thing in the morning, but I am, and it's because of you. I don't want the red firey drama of ending our friendship, so I'm going to hold on until the end of the school year. After that, good luck getting anything out of me. I need to get away from you. Don't try to make me understand why you need me to stay. I'm leaving you because you're a bitch. I can't deal with people who steal and get away with it, or treat their friends like shot and blame the friend for no reason other than crying when you yelled at them. Also, you're not as strong as you make yourself out to be. You're mentally and physically weaker than all of your friends. Don't try to make yourself seem stronger than your friends as they're standing next to you. That's a tip. "Kit? She's nothing to be afraid of. I'm the one you need to be afraid of." No. You're the one that will drag them into the ground along with you. Pathetic.

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