im mad at myself, not you. im mad for always being nice, always apologizing for things i didn't do, for getting attatched, for making you my life, depending on you, thinking about you, forgiving you, wishing for you, dreaming of you, but most of all, for not hating you. which i know i should..but i just can't.
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feels destroyed
Poetrya bunch of quotes found on the internet that were put into words on how i feel.
