I guess I put this on myself.
I should’ve handled the situation in a calm manner rather than making it such a big deal. Today, there is definitely something missing. I’m too forceful and demanding, and I wish I wasn’t like that. I’m just plain complicated. I miss who I was. I want to start over, but it feels too late to start over. My memory is a scary thing. I hardly ever forget what I am told. I guess that’s what always make me disappointed. Forgetting makes you annoyingly happy, but I guess we’ll all forget the small details eventually. That’s cool, but I don’t want to be forgotten. I miss the feeling of being wanted. I miss feeling special. Sometimes, I really wish I was more like you.
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