October 2010
4 posts
Hate it.
Eurgh.
Goodnight.
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I still like you. I hope you know that.
I had a lot of other things to say too, to explain how I felt / have been feeling, but my mind just went blank.
"Why are you risking it?"
Good question.
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I think I’ve clocked, what’s happened; I tried too hard.
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And, I fucking care too much, but I shouldn’t. I’m going to start to not care about it.
But I don’t think that’s the whole reason why; It’s what shows through, or even showed through, that bothers me.
