I can't bare not even talking to her. I can't live with the small drama that causes me to rant on the phone with her all the time. I'm so happy, actually happy when talking to her. When I'm alone, a mental fucking wreck. In public I hide it all with a vibrant mask. She is everything to me. Meaning more then life itself. Nothing happens in my life
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