Does knowing I’m insecure mean I should deal with it better?
I scare me too.
I want you to be miserable.
Did you ever care?
It’s hard to talk when noone’s listening.
I miss you so much but you don’t even know me.
He’s a jerk. But he used to be my jerk.
Sometimes I wonder what life would be like… if.
I’m starting to lose track of why I’m right.
I should’ve stopped myself.
Look at me the way I look at you.
I don’t want to be in love anymore.
SOS.
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