Sometimes the actions of others embarrass me and make me jealous. I love you but i also hate you. I hate who you are and who you where. I hate that you are better than me at everything. Painting,drawing,singing,dancing,cooking,making things,you're pretty i'm clearly not, you can drive better,done more things, family has more money and likes each other,you got better grades and purposely didn't study to make me feel better. I want to be with you yes, but only some parts of you. I understand if it goes both ways with this feeling.
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The way i love you
RandomA collection of painful true short stories, a few key events and other random things.
