I write as if I'm talking to you, when, in reality, I'm just talking about you.
I'm glad you don't smoke.
I think it's pretty ridiculous that you refuse to laugh in my presence.
I happen to be clueless as to why I care about you so much.
I scold myself every single day for caring about unworthy people like you.
You really are a waste of time.
Friday, October 21st 2016