i let myself waste so much time on you because you wasting my time is still you in my life. and even though i know its really not, i know some part of me believes that that’s better than nothing. in all reality, anything is better than you, and nothing of you is best for me. it makes me sick that i know that so thoroughly and still somehow let impulse emanate otherwise.

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