#540.
I don't know why I kept it to myself. It wasn't really a big deal. Well it still isn't but I guess if it was big enough to make you upset then it's big. But is it really worth being upset over? There have been worse things. I mean, I don't want to say them out loud but we both know you get a tad more intimate than I do. Even if it's been a long time in, it makes me uncomfortable. Well not a lot, but it does a little.. It's nothing personal but I'd just rather something less.. well, active? For lack of better words.

Here I am again trying to blame you. It's my fault. I don't know why I was so insensitive. You could remind me once in a while. Maybe then I wouldn't feel like I do, deficit.

I feel like such a crappy person.
I wish I knew what drives me to act like this.
Just so I could nip it in the bud and never have to have another uncomfortable conversation.

What a dim night.

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