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at what point do we stop punishing ourselves for deeds undone, sins unrepented, and lovers lost?
why do you do this to yourself?
why do you think about him in class?
why do you draw doodles on your papers absentmindedly with hearts and stars and bright ink?
why do you dream about unmitigated cicumstances in which you two meet for the 7th time?
why do you stay up all night, waiting for him to IM you?
why does he bring a smile to your unaware face?
why does it feel like your emotions are raging guerilla warfares on your rational mind?
why cant you force him out of your brain?
why does it sting to know he's seeing someone else, even though youre officially over?
why does every love song sicken you, but you cant stop listening to it because it applies so fiercely?
why does your heart jump when his name is mentioned in the air, waiting for your ears to catch it?
why do your senses go numb?
why do you feel so dumb after talking to him, as if you have just made the gravest mistake in your life?
why are you breaking the number one relationship book in the battlefield of love: never like someone more than he likes you.
why do you check his profile every twenty minutes to see if there are new devlopements in his life you are not told by him (ever)?
why does it feel like youre overly emo?
why do you get up and dance when he makes an attempt to talk to you?
why do you sink and fall when he doesnt?
why does it sting and sooth at the same time?
why do you make yourself extra pretty on the sheer off chance he'll see you from across the room?
why do his written words ring so true, though he makes absolutely no acknowlogement of your existance when you make an effort to hide some hidden meaning in yours?
why do you buy clothes you think he'll like on you?
why do you write an obscenely long entry about him (and him) when you know he just isnt that into you?
why ask why when you know there no rhyme or reason?
why are we punishing ourselves?
why do you do this to yourself?
why do you think about him in class?
why do you draw doodles on your papers absentmindedly with hearts and stars and bright ink?
why do you dream about unmitigated cicumstances in which you two meet for the 7th time?
why do you stay up all night, waiting for him to IM you?
why does he bring a smile to your unaware face?
why does it feel like your emotions are raging guerilla warfares on your rational mind?
why cant you force him out of your brain?
why does it sting to know he's seeing someone else, even though youre officially over?
why does every love song sicken you, but you cant stop listening to it because it applies so fiercely?
why does your heart jump when his name is mentioned in the air, waiting for your ears to catch it?
why do your senses go numb?
why do you feel so dumb after talking to him, as if you have just made the gravest mistake in your life?
why are you breaking the number one relationship book in the battlefield of love: never like someone more than he likes you.
why do you check his profile every twenty minutes to see if there are new devlopements in his life you are not told by him (ever)?
why does it feel like youre overly emo?
why do you get up and dance when he makes an attempt to talk to you?
why do you sink and fall when he doesnt?
why does it sting and sooth at the same time?
why do you make yourself extra pretty on the sheer off chance he'll see you from across the room?
why do his written words ring so true, though he makes absolutely no acknowlogement of your existance when you make an effort to hide some hidden meaning in yours?
why do you buy clothes you think he'll like on you?
why do you write an obscenely long entry about him (and him) when you know he just isnt that into you?
why ask why when you know there no rhyme or reason?
why are we punishing ourselves?