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i'm so in love with you. but you're not really in love with me. are you? i don't know, you don't seem to know either. i feel like shit. i would give anything to go back to that night when you gave me that rose for valentine's and show you how much i appreciate it, and how happy it makes me, and not act stupid and bitchy for no good reason. all those stupid little things i got upset about, and now i don't know why. now i'm just so happy when i get to be with you that i wouldn't even think of ruining it by getting upset about stupid shit. but now it doesn't matter.
i just feel so shitty and inadequate, like i'm not good enough. obviously if i was something special to you, you'd still want me to be your girlfriend. but i'm not. but you say i'm your best friend. you treat me like you still love me, like before. but right now i'm just another girl. it hurts a lot to think about. but i love you and i love being with you for whatever time i can, so i have to get over it. or ignore it. or something. it makes me really sad sometimes.
i just feel so shitty and inadequate, like i'm not good enough. obviously if i was something special to you, you'd still want me to be your girlfriend. but i'm not. but you say i'm your best friend. you treat me like you still love me, like before. but right now i'm just another girl. it hurts a lot to think about. but i love you and i love being with you for whatever time i can, so i have to get over it. or ignore it. or something. it makes me really sad sometimes.