I am not yours
12:41 p.m.

I don't want you. I don't want you to keep on IM'ing me. I don't want your pity, your acceptance, your solidarity.

I am not yours.

You think we are the same, and you coddled me with the thought that maybe some boy understood me. I told you too much and I regret it. You told me too much and I don't think you feel the same.

I want you to forget about me. It's easy, I swear.

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