My friend sent me something tonight that made me think.
He said:
"You hurt me everytime I see you take a puff of those stupud cigarettes, or when you tell me something that's complete bullshit. You hurt me whenver I look at you and you look away pretending you were never looking at me. It hurts me when you say you're happy and I know you're lying. It hurts me when you say you're okay and you're not."
In many ways, he's right.
I don't know who I am sometimes.
In many ways, I have no doubts about myself. But I'm also not so sure.
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