I don't know what I'm doing.
I don't know why the hell I'm doing it.
Come to think of it, maybe I do.
It is his decision whether or not he thinks I'm worth the time of day, but I can still decide whether or not he can be with me
I don't understand why he continually refuses to reject me or reprimand me or tell me to grow up. Or why he keeps making it
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