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Meow.
Meow. |
Because you're doing exactly what everyone else does. It's okay. I'm used to it now anyways. Okay. I really really really don't care what we do. Or where. Or even when most of the time. I don't care. I just want you to be there. My apologies for being so boring. Honestly. There are a lot of other, probably more productive, things you could be doing. So it means a lot when you make time for me. Honestly. Honestly. I love you. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you. I can't say it enough. Ever. And I figure there's at least one person that hates me for that. And I'm horribly sorry for that. But there's not a lot I can do about it. Cell signaling-->hormones-->feelings It happens. Trust me. I'm taking a class on it. I'm feeling a good next weekend, too. I'm so damn spoiled. It's awful. And fyi: I'm seriously okay. Please stop asking me if I'm okay. Please stop worrying that I'm going to get "hurt." Please stop telling me what my future looks like. Please stop giving me advice when I don't ask for it. I'd say I appreciate it if it didn't happen so much. So just to clarify, one last time: 1)-I'm happier than I've ever been. 2)-I'm not stupid. Not a rocket-scientist, but I don't have to be. 3)-I'm okay. I'm way more than okay. 4)-I thought at one time that everyone kind of knew what I was like, but with the amount and content of questions I've been getting lately, maybe that's not the case. I guess it's not that important then, is it? |
