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| So the Gimp told a girl I knew from high school that I hate myself. | |
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| She was, of course, sad that I thought that and said she liked me, yadda yadda. | |
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| But I suck, I'm pathetic, I'll never have a girlfriend, I do nothing with my life, I see no point in life. I don't hate myself though. I don't know where people get that impression. | |
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| If it's any consolation, I hate you. | |
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