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if you're still interested, you can keep on reading about things you didn't know about. i love watching my mom sleeps, cause that's the only moment when she looks calm and peaceful, i started closing the curtains when i was thirteen, because i wanted to avoid mirrors and never see how ugly i was (that's how obsessed i am with myself), i always cry when i see a short movie about little bird kiwi that has no wings, but she dreams of flying, the movie "help" and "dead poets society", i always sing the song by adam lambert "what do you want from me" when someone pisses me off. i think that black people are the biggest racists, and sexism only exist in places where people never talk about it, i never get offended easily by anyone, and it really pisses me off when someone does. i genuinely believe that tolerance is the rarest of all gifts, and i honestly admire those who're capable of thinking this way, because no matter how hard you try, you always find yourself filled with prejudices and stereotypes.

and can go on and on, telling you about the way i feel or think about life. but it doesn't really matter, because you don't care, despite the fact that i'm the one who's always worried about the way you feel, i'm the one who's constantly afraid to make you hurt, who thinks about you and your needs all the time. i literally cry inside of me when i see you being angry with yourself and your life. there's no one else in this world who wants to help you more.

you didn't bring peace into my life, even though you showed me what it is like - to love. you made me go mad, you made me feel much more insecure about practically everything. nothing hurts more than this lie.

"i love you, i want to have a baby with you, you're my best friend, we're family". it all sounds perfectly fine until you spill out the truth, like you did yesterday and many times before that.

just like you said, everything's fine, our sex is great, i live comfortably. there's nothing more i could ask for.