realizations
2:05 a.m.

Me,

HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU. HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU. HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU. As hard as it is for you to believe, you're better than this. You are too good a person to continue on like this, making youself sick and miserable all the time, over a wonderful boy who simply has more things on his mind. It's not his fault that he's who he is, that he is so popular. It's not your fault that you're who you are either. Move on. Please.

Me

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