Originality Is Worthless. |
MUSINGS OF A MIND IN SHAMBLES. |
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I think I am the happiest I have been in a long time.
As soon as he leaves and I have a day by myself, it is the worst day ever.
Nothing is even confirmed, I just know I am not sad when he is there.
And I know this is actually legitimately liking someone, not like every other time when it is put into my head by someone else or just convenient.
I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all.
Constant paranoia, I am not good enough, I will make a mistake, he doesn’t like me.
I hate him.
I have my bed to myself the first time all week. It doesn’t feel right anymore.
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