If I'm that insufferable and egoistic bitch in your eyes, I'm so sorry I made a friend out of you. Perhaps not clearing everything up the other time made things awkward for us, and that's partially my fault. And it's partially yours too. Just because you're desperate to save that inch-thick skin of yours, I have to bear all the emotional stress and all those sleepless nights wondering if I should ever be nice to you again. I don't know, but I'm just too soft-hearted.
With every heartache comes a period of repentence; I didn't have the chance to see where I gone wrong. Someone just chainsawed my heart halfway through and left it hanging and bleeding. You.
I know it sounds unpleasantly harsh, and it still breaks my heart to say all these, but I guess I didn't see the real you. I was the one at fault.
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