My minds been a daze all day.
You occupy my thoughts.
Why?
You're insane.
A psychopath.
Perfect.
I like you.
I love you.
I want you.
I need you.
I don't know what to think of you.
No matter what I'm thinking of, it always goes back to you.
No matter what, I always catch myself staring at you.
But this isn't love.
I know it isn't.
What is it?
Pity?
Do I really fucking pity you?
Ugh.
I despise myself.
I'm so stupid.
YOU ARE READING
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