| im too good for you.
everyone tells me so.
& im starting to see it for myself. you make me frown.
you make me cry.
you make me insecure. but i just can't stop.
i can't stop you.
i can't stop replying to your text messages.
i can't stop answering your phone calls. it's too hard to go to "just friends" from where we've been.
even though you've always treated me as just that. a friend. you say one thing - yet you do another.
make up your goddamn mind. dont play with me. i wish i could say it has been fun. but that would be a lie.
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| college is great. for anyone who cares.
work is boring. for anyone who cares. my emotions have been a ticking bomb.
exploding on underserving people. but damn. that girl is getting to me.
jealousy? maybe. but i think its more hatred than anything... 
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| going to the million dollar fantasy ranch two wednesdays in a row doesn't make me a lesbian. |
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