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sick day. again. will just sleep.

did he ever care about me at all? what was so awful about me, that deserved such horrible treatment. some toy to fuck with and ruin and crush when it lost its appeal.

caught my reflection in bellydance class last night, and searched for the girl that deserves to be cheated on and lied to and made out to be a monster to his friends behind her back. am i that girl? is it the purple hair, that makes me look like i deserve less than common human decency and care? is it the eyeshadow and glitter? what did i do that was so wrong.

so. fucking. broken. hearted.