then im not paying for you. or letting you in.
"so and so reminds me of you"
"how're you?"
"so-so"
you know when we try and talk again, trying to forget all of what youve done to me?
its like watching WWE after you found out its not real
its only half as fun
i love to see you struggle with words and the things that me/us/we/others have told you. i love you struggling, it gives me a sense of pride because i know im better than you.
i wish boasting wouldnt come off so bad.
i wish that i didnt care about you
i wish i didnt try so hard
sometimes i wish i was invisible as you make me feel.
sometimes i am
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