It's a popular thing, for me, to feel bad about the things you say and feel. We're so different sometimes, even though I can see the benefits in that. I'm better now than I used to be, in regards to what our problem usually was. But there are new ones everyday, if I go looking for them. So I have to remember not to, because they're not real.
(That's why love is blind.)
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