i don't understand misora.
one moment we're laughing together and it's like the world is still. the world is quiet. the world watches from a distance and we couldn't care less.
and then, and then she hates me and i hate myself so fucking much. so bitterly.
why can't i be a better person?
if not for my sake, then her's?
but i can't. that just isn't me. i will never be anything bigger. i will never be anything greater.
i will always be, simply, myself.
and that's the worst of it all.
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Romancewill (noun); 1. just some fuckboy who refuses to realize what he's about to lose 2. a kid in sunglasses fighting desperate unhappiness conquered so far only by apathy and drug addictions
