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how the fuck does he do that? one minute im so pissed i dont want to talk to him or think about him god all i want to do is hit him. than he starts with his "im sorry"s and his explanations that always talk about how he was wrong and i didnt do anything wrong. if i didnt do anything wrong than quit effin yellin at me and takin it out on me. here i am tryin to make your stressful life as easy for you as i can and you pick me to be the person to blow up at. all the people givin you hell who would make better targets than me and you pick me anyways. do you know why? does anyone know why? i do. the same reason you are always the person i pick to blow up at. because no matter how bad the fight is, no matter how hard below the belt we hit, no matter what is said i am the only person who will take your shit and come back to you the next day. who will never leave you regardless of how bad it gets. and you are the only person in the world who will put up with me and my shit. the only person in the world who decides that what i put you through is worth every second of it bc it means you still have me in your life. goddamn we sure can make each other more miserable than anyone else on the planet can. but we sure do make each other happier too. as much as this crazy, miserable, awesome, amazing, thrillin, scary, frustratin thing called love pisses me off, it sure makes my life so much better to have you in it. im still pissed at you, btw, i just love you an awful lot at the same time. jerk. :]
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