I like it, but I don’t. I want it, but I don’t. I’m fine, but I’m not. None of this matters, but it does.
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I miss you, all day, every day. And you can’t even imagine how pathetic it makes me feel, because I don’t even know if you miss me back.
It’s amazing how well more then a yr and a half of memories can fit into a box so well 3