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If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.

I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.

I don’t have any time to stay up all night worrying about what someone who doesn’t love me has to say about me.

Sometimes I lie awake and ask, ‘Why Me?’ Then a voice answers, ‘Nothing personal, Your name just happened to come up’

My philosophy is:
It’s none of my business
what people say of me
and think of me.
I am what I am
and I do what I do.
I expect nothing and
accept everything. And
it makes life so much
easier.

Maybe you will never be able to forgive me, but I wanted you to know I had the best intentions―and I still love you in my own fucked-up way. I miss you.

You say you are not special because the world doesn’t know about you, but that’s an insult to me. I know about you.