Granted it's that depressive time of the week. But I suddenly feel like an egotistical shit.
It's like I'm the only thing that matters. But I'm not. I care about her and make an effort for her, but even then, it all comes back to me.
She can be gone for 15 minutes, and I won't notice. As long as I get to talk.
I hate that.
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