March is my month.
I talked to you tonight.
I must be crazy.
Like really insane.
And then you prove my point.
And I pretend to not give a shit.
My heart hurts.
I kinda want to bang my head into a wall.
I hate crushes.
I hate past loves.
I just want to be with someone without the bullshit.
I'm tired.
I'm not really tired,
I'm sad.
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