It's ridiculous. I don't understand what you're thinking. I don't really care, I guess.
All I know is, if it continues, I'll regret it.
I don't want that.
I don't want you to love me anymore.
I couldn't even think about you.
I was thinking of someone else.
With my bags packed and ready to go, nothing's ever hurt so much for me than to let you go.
~*maria*~
--Baby Blue, The Early November
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