I am such an obsessive little girl.
A huge, freaky little person who can’t control herself when it comes to you.
I hate you—I hate how much you frustrate me and I hate how you call me at six in the morning to tell me that you miss me, and I hate how you don’t spell out y-o-u and I hate how you never punctuate and I hate—I hate how much I miss you, you little boy.
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