I was wrong, I know. I should have told him that I was wrong.
Now I'm too tired.
I should put a stop this and learn how to be alone once and for all. I only think it's helping me because it inspires me to do things and be afraid of disappointing someone. I need someone to impress because I don't give a damn what I (or others) would think, I only care about what someone special to me would think.
It's sad. I have a sad life. A sad existence. Accept it.
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