I mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for always being nice, always apologizing for thing i didn't do, for getting attached, for making you my life, 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 hatting you which i know i should, but i cant.
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