sometimes i just hate people so much.

i need to move away from here...find new friends...new stimulation...new job...new apartment...new everything.

i am lost here, suffering in the name of love and its horrible. love shouldn't define me, but it has been. i don't like it at all. i want to be amy, not this broken woman who longs for somthing that isn't real.

i am resentful and i hate it. i would love to see him on his knees crying, so i could kick him while he is down like he does me.

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