I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for always apologizing for things I didn't do, for getting attached, for depending on you, wasting my time on you, thinking about you, following you, changing for you, forgiving you, wishing for you, dreaming of you, and most of all for not hating you which I know I should but I can't. ILOVEYOU, friend.

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