Don't be upset; he's only a cheap waste of space.
I'm either selfish or a martyr.
There's no middle ground.
I love and love and love, and then I complain to myself all those complaints of those who love and love and love. But I have to keep them to myself or else I become something I don't want to be. Selfish or a martyr. I'm losing more and more of myself, but I kind of think that might be a good thing.
This entry makes no sense. But it's about things that don't make sense.
Success!