It's been.... a week.
I can't explain it.
Sometimes I absolutely love you, want to spend every milasecond with you.
But then you trot off to the other room to play a game with another girl (one you probably love/ed).
I don't care that you play, hell I support it.
But if I am lower than it, then I don't know if I can do this.
Want to watch me grow up? Watch me walk out the door.
Who am I kidding, I'm not going anywhere.
I will always be laying in the other room while you play games.
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