#107.
There you are. You haven't been avoiding me. You haven't been ignoring me. You just went away. See, now this makes me feel like a self centred loser thinking it was about me. Nice, Tien, nice. Way to go.
But hey, as if not utter a single word about going. As if not even tell me you were leaving. I guess it's not entirely my fault then, is it? That's lovely. Beautiful. Fucking fantastic, in fact.

I don't know what to think. Maybe I should stop thinking about it. Cause if I keep going at this rate, I'm going to overthink it, just like you said you overthought us. Just. So not in the fucking mood to deal with your wanting/not wanting to talk to me. This isn't worthit. I know it isn't. Then why the fuck am I so attatched?

 

I was looking for this img the other day. Found it, I guess.

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