Note.

One day I was going through hell and I went to 46 for some alone time.

Everyone knew I was going through hell. It wasn’t a secret.

This person approached me again, even though I was pushing her.

She dumped her trash on me.

I was looking down the entire time and I stopped listening,

later in the end I looked at her and said okay.

She should have understood I’m not interested.

I think she clearly knew that I’m not interested, she just didn’t want to accept it.

She cares about her image in front of the world more than how she was treating me.

On a personal front there was just harassments and assualt.

There was nothing between us.

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