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Thursday, 25 February 2016 || 18:53
I must say, it's been a pretty fun week.
I still spent a lot of time thinking.
School.
Games.
CCA.
Work.
Love.
Still overthinking but I feel happier inside.
Lighter, if you will.
Considering the fact that I just spent the past 2 days crying,
It would be a wonder if I still feel horrible.
But it's great that we managed to talk everything out.
I don't know when you're ever gonna read this.
Maybe never.
But you said you read my blog ahaha so I'm hoping this will get to you before you delete yours.
I feel like I should tell you all this in person
But I won't see you for another week
And I'll probably forget
So hey, here it is.
Out of the 7 posts in your blog, well... 6 since the oldest doesn't count, the one that really struck me's the first one.
By first, I mean the newest one.
I don't mean it in a negative way.
It was the only post that made me tear up.
The only one that really mattered to me.
When you said you had a blog that you write your feelings in, I honestly thought there were gonna be more posts than that.
I kept bugging you for it because I wanna know more about you.
The things that you normally wouldn't tell anyone.
I wanted to know what was going on in your head,
What ticked you off,
What made you do the things you did
Because at that time, all I was, was just a friend to you.
Because even though we were only friends at that moment in time
I wanted to know what led to us being together now.
Frankly, the thing that I wanted to know the most is was whether you liked me as much as I liked you before we got together.
I'm fucking insecure, I'm pretty sure you know that.
But when I read what you wrote, you made me smile.
Even though your posts were about other girls 80% of the time
But what you wrote about me made me smile
Even though all you wrote about was thinking that I look physically attractive.
But I've never felt that way about myself ever.
Sure, I say stuff like
"I'm damn cute"
"I'm pretty, right?"
But I don't believe them.
I think I'm average.
At literally everything.
Everybody has their strengths and weaknesses,
But I still don't know what my strengths are.
I know a whole shit ton of weaknesses though ahahaha
I know I would never be able to change your mind about deleting your blog
Heck, you wrote it there from 2 years ago
And you're my a stubborn old fool
But babe,
I'm glad I make you happy
Although I throw a damn lot of tantrums and bitch fits
But you're still there for me.
Always.
And you would always give in to me
I'm grateful.
I feel like a wuss
I'm tearing up while writing this out
I love you, babe
Forever and Always
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