Monday, January 23, 2012

If you're going to leave, well you better get going.

I hate how you decide to beg for me two weeks before you leave. I hate how you know exactly how to win me over. I hate the fact that I'm standing up for myself and turning you down. I hate that I might never see you again. I hate that I care. I hate that I love you. I hate that you don't care.

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