I hate how inconsistent we are.
I hate how you think I will never bring up what we are and what we're doing. As if I was just going to let you keep stringing me along without you owning up to at least your feelings.
Tell me how you feel and I will leave you alone.
1:30 p.m. - 2019-01-17
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