I’m so irritated with myself. I’m tired of blabbing about depressing shit. I deserve to be happy. Lifes great for me, yet I can’t get you off my mind. When are you going to come around? I need you, I want you. I’m not going to fall for someone who isn’t right. I know who you are, and I’ll wait. Waiting brings unsurprising gifts. The future is best unknown for certian beings. And that happens to be me. Please, come around. Catch me.

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