it's not always just about you.
it's me, my feelings...just me.
okay? good.
sometimes i wish i was alone in all of this so no one
would question anything. if i wanted you to know
something i'd definitely tell you. i promise...not.
fuck!
i hope the lake makes me feel better, if we even go.
i want to come back to this place right here....
i'm sorry i get so mad. i'm sorry i make you mad.
i just hope that when i tell you, you'll be sorry.
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