But I hate that I like you, and you like me too… but I haven’t told you, and all I do is drop hints. I feel like I have to be perfect, and not fuck up. Because I’m scared that you’ll dislike me, and I don’t want to lose you.
I'm sorry for fucking up. I'm an eighteen-year-old girl. I talk shit all the time. I'm not perfect; I'm far from perfect.
But I could be perfect for you. I'll try. I promise.
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