I’m a screwup.
I’ve come to terms with that.
I do what I’m told not to.
I want what I can’t have and
take for granted the things I do have.
I don’t know which things are the right things, and most of the times I do,
I just choose the wrong thing.
I can never decide what I want.
I’ve spent the last week, or two maybe, rereading our old messages and
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