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I get it, okay?
I already f%.cking get it. I'm not good enough for you; not pretty enough, not smart enough, not normal enough. You don't like me, you like her. I'm creepy, I'm annoying. I get it; you can stop saying stuff about me to my friend now. And yet you think I still like you. Hah, please. At first I thought I was the problem, but now I see--you're a huge jerk no matter how much you try to deny it.You've lied to me countless times, you are so two faced and fake; you act like you don't even say anything about me and try to be all friendly. But I already know what you tell other people and I don't even want to know what you keep to yourself about me because it's probably even worse. This has gone on for too long, so just stop talking to me and stop talking about me, just leave me alone because
I'm done with you.