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Because as much as I hate to admit it, and as much as I deny it...I think I really do like you. I am never completely sure why or when the feeling will strike. But I do know and it does strike. I want to stop. It's making me sick. And there's no use discussing it, because we all know who you really like. And it's pathetic. I am the one who's always criticizing people for continuing to like other people even though they know those people do not like them...and then here I am. Look at me. And it hurts. And...and...life goes on. And I just sit and watch and silently fall asleep at the wheel. And you'll see my name in the newspapers some day, when I finally crash. And don't worry, it all comes crashing down sooner or later. Don't worry.
No. This isn't about you.