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I hate that all I think about is him. All I do relates to him, who I talk to at work, how I act around boys, how I react to certain music. And he's living his life, not caring about me at all, not noticing anything about me. I hate that all I want is him and he probably can't stand me. I hate that I can have so many other guys and the only one I want is the only one I can't have. Maybe I'm stupid. No, I am stupid.
Fly or die, as they say.
Fly or die, as they say.