#148.

You know it wouldn't hurt as much if you didn't continuously talk to and about her. Oh yeah she's so annoying, yeah she's gay. Well really, if you dislike her, and her looks that much, then you stop talking to her instead of complaining about her to me! God. Sometimes I think you do this just to punish me. But punish me for what? I hate how one second you can be friendly and nice and funny, and entertaining, and the next, all you blab about is her, and you're cold, and you're distant. Then in the next twelve minutes you come to.
Are you bloody PMSing?
I don't know. What I do know, is I liked it so much better before you started getting all cosy with her. Before you thought it was appropriate to continuously spill word after word of complaints about her to me. You think you'd know by now. After our dnm. You think you'd have a bit of common sense..

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