It's always your friends before me, it's always your time before mine.
I don't get it.
I've been unhappy with you. I'm just clinging onto some kind of false hope.
I need a person who can treat me out sometimes, not me paying 80% of the time.
I need a person who wants to love me and worship the ground I walk on, not ignoring me.
I want affection, I need it.
I honestly can't do it anymore. I'm sorry. I've checked out.
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