drowning in you.

this will be the last blog i write about you. i like/d you, a lot, and you knew that, so why? why didn't you stop and think about telling me that this wouldn't go anywhere? that i'm wasting my time? why is it such a coincidence that you aren't talking to me like you did, after what we have done. i'm sorry for texting you too much, at unwanted times. i'm sorry for wasting my time and i'm sorry for making a big deal out of something so un important.


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