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I fucking hate life. I wish one day, I get a super bad accident that I kill myself completely or part of my memory. I wish I forget everyone I know. And start new. I wish I stop living right now. I wish human memory last for just a week, so we could completely forget what happened weeks ago. I wish there's a delete button in our head we get to choose what to get rid of.

Maybe there are disadvantages too. Like if we delete them, the lessons will be unlearnt. Well maybe that's a bad thing. But I rather repeat that mistake then suffer again and again, not remembering, than remembering this one thing that makes me wanna exit living. I rather fall for a person 100 times then dying again and again and still manage to forget until the end. I rather not remember anything that happened in between all those.

He doesn't want you anymore, cuz you suck. You suck as a gf. You suck cuz you love him too much, expecting too much understanding. You suck at living. Basically you suck at everything. And dying is not an option. So if you wanna get away. Finish pre u, and leave. So you stop your stupid imaginary getting-back-together-dreams. You stop your stupid wish. You stop hope. Because he's not letting you in.

It's negative now. Not just zero. Get that? We're not, definitely not getting back together. When he said see how things go, that probably meant see whether another person exists. She's probably out there. He probably found her. They're probably close already. At the end it'll be like that. So stop crying. Stop being a stupid dumbass that couldn't give up for a first. He's not gonna be your first and last. He's gonna be the first and last to break you into pieces and watch you die.
When he said three years later. He'll probably have other plans at that time. Like how he said, you're confirmed to be my wife. That didn't count, so what else counts? Nothing. Words are just words without meaning. Maybe a nice picture. That's all. And what about, not giving up. What about understanding. What about everything. It's just nothing. They're not real. Why can't I just fucking accept it and get over it.

How do you kill a person?
Treat her nice. Treat her the best. Make her fall for you. Make her volunteerily give you all she's got. Make her not able to leave you. Then the game starts. Leave, and say, "You're not the right one."

Leave her forever. Guarantee, you can kill her, every day. Everyday.

Is that fun?
I don't know. Games. Guys like to play games. So girls, don't fall for that shit. Play with him. Maybe do what they do and break them before they break us. Because they aren't real.

I love you means, I love you for now.
And everyone has to accept that cruel reality.

That "Otp" is an expression.
Like hey you two look perfect together.
Look.
Everyone look good together. Having a fake smile. Having a nice mask. Like wrappers.

So fuck life. Fuck everything.
That's it.
Be fucking done.