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Number #1, you're good looking but you're too pushy... to be completely honest you're a horny little fucker. You're too much and not in a good way. You're a homophobic asshole who has a surprising body count. I wish some bitch would treat you like a piece of meat like you did to me. We were never going to happen... EVER! I'm so glad I pranked your ass. It was soooo worth it and I felt like I was on FIRE knowing I pranked you.

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Number #2, you were too good to be true from the start. You were too nice, too easy to talk to, too sweet, too innocent... When I first met you I knew you would fuck up my life but I really didn't care because I wanted you to. You were so adorable and I fell so fast. TOO FAST. We could talk for hours and it felt like minutes. But she wanted you too. At first, I was gonna fight for you. I was gonna try to make you mine. As time drew on, I soon realized she wasn't gonna give up. I thought maybe I could confess my love for you and that that would make it better. Naw... it made it worse. TBFH you're not really worth it but at the same time I still want you. She has you wrapped around her little skinny finger. And I hate myself for committing myself to someone who obviously doesn't want me. I'm not fucking retarded bro, I can catch a hint. He said,"We're just friends." But I told him about Number #3 and he seemed pleased with himself but at the same time I can never read his stupid ass sooo... I felt so guilty about Number #3 that I actually couldn't eat, sleep, or basically focus on anything without feeling like shit for Number #2 but he didn't really care. He just wanted to know who it was. And he actually thought he was Number #1.

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Number #3, you were a compete waste of my FUCKING TIME. FORREAL. I REGRET EVER EVEN LOOKING AT YOU. I LOATHE YOU WITH A DEEP PASSION. First off, if all you wanted to do was get in my pants then you should have been more direct. You said you wanted to "study". HA WOW THAT'S FUCKING HILARIOUS BC YOU WANTED MORE. You wanted to do shit and YOU KNEW I WASN'T COMFORTABLE WITH. You made me feel guilty. You knew I liked Number #2 and you still pushed my boundaries. You told your friends shit that I don't wanna know. They look at me like I'm a fucking meal and I hate it soo much. FUCK YOU, AND I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL.

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Number #4, we have never met but you have managed to make me feel uncomfortable as well. You wanted my snap and I was like sure because I wanted more views. You're not my type and you're not cute at all to me but I was like wth I want attention so fuck it... you can't take a hint to save your life and you're friends with Number #1. Oh, and btw you're in my psychology class and I feel you starring at my ass when I wear my tight leggings.

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Number #5, you're fucking gorgeous but you're a pothead. You're probably 6'8 and I hate facial hair but you make me love it. You used to wait for me after class. You didn't know my name for the first four weeks of class. You definitely have plenty of bitches to be satisfied with your cute ass self but yet you talk to me... why? Now you only talk to me to find out what we have to do for our class. I never know if your high or you're just really chill. You did buy my cold pizza though.

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