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Why can't you fucking love me? Do you still do? You don't say anything. Should you? Yes! Please tell me. Just tell me that you love me, and that everything is your fault and that you're sorry. It's easy. I know it's mostly my fault, but whatever. I miss telling you that I love you. I miss kissing you. Good fuck, I miss your lips. I miss being next to you. I miss our conversations. The ones we have now aren't as good as before. It's like there is a wall in between us, and neither of us will acknowledge it. I miss you. I miss you. I need you. It fucking hurts when you say I don't. I do. Do you need me? Maybe you do. You're scared. Or are you not. I've said to guys "you're scared" before and they flip shit on me. So maybe not. Maybe nobody really needs me. That's so scary to think about, ya know? Nobody in this world needs me. Maybe that's why young girls have babies. Babies need someone always, at all times. But babies suck because they cry, whine, and crave attention. Like young girls. It's so weird. Like a friggin' circle.



You keep telling me I'm cute.
Lets think of me as a nail in a block of wood, yes? The more times you keep telling me I'm cute it's like you're hammering me into the block of wood. And once I'm stuck in there for good, you'll still keep hammering. But I won't feel it. I'm coming to that point.

I'm not cute. I'm not anything. But I need you. I really do. And I really, truly, sincerely believe you need me. But I can be wrong. Maybe 10 years from now, you won't even remember me. I remember everyone.