Dearest J,
It's either you treat me like the princess that I'm meant to be treated like or I leave. Ack. I don't think neither of us would mind.
WHY CAN'T THIS JUST WORK OUT ON ITS OWN. WHATEVER IT IS.
Is it because I'm a complicated bitch? Or is it because I just can sense how unhealthy this is.
It's a tad better, it is... but we're not there yet. We'll we ever be there?
Hopefully a friend,
M.
P.S. I don't deserve this. I am made as No.1. not just second to anyone else. And I'm not aiming to be your No.1 anyway.
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