"This is getting ree-dee-cuo-lohs, uh...", ala Phoebe's French accent.
Haha. Do you remember that? Pfsh. I bet you don't. You don't seem to remember a lot of things...
I want to hate you. But I know I'd regret it a few seconds later. You're one of those that I just can't seem to hate. Of course, my ex was the same way, until he did something despicable, although, I still didn't really hate him then. I was apathetic, but I guess that kind constitutes as hate, sort of.
I wish you'd do something despicable, so hating you or being apathetic towards you wouldn't feel like such a crime.
That's the problem with girls like me... If you're good, we're better. And if you're bad, we're worse. It's a clean and simple fact that we just live to mirror a better version of who you are... It's what we are. It's who we are.
...It's who I am. I'm a mirror and right now you're image is looking rather ridiculous.
I'd hate you... But of course, I'm a big fan of ridiculous.
As Always,
D.
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