I should be sleeping, but I felt like posting.
I don't even know what about.
I wish I could get inside his head. Sometimes I'm just dying to know what he's thinking about.
Later I will ask him what he's thinking. I still don't know about what. Maybe why he had to wonder why I'm still friends with him.
Maybe I'm not the only one who's too hard on herself.
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