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I keep tissues by my bed now for everytime I cry about you.
There’s this song and I play it everytime I’m sad about you and I cry and cry and cry and cry and play the song over and over and over until I stop crying.
But you don’t know this and nobody does.
I wish you knew how much I’m hurting from this.
I’m so fricking sad.
I miss you so much.
Or is it just the idea or thought of you that I miss?
I keep pulling away and you keep trying to talk to me and I don’t understand the concept of this.
I wanted you so badly and you didn’t want me and now you won’t stop double texting me or trying to talk me and I don’t get it.
