I'm not perfect, okay. I'm not even close.
You're not perfect either, you're probably farther than I am.
Don't expect me to meet those expectations, I'm only human.
Stop making me remember.
Stop giving me your pity.
Stop rubbing it in my face.
Stop bringing me down.
Stop being such a pain in the ass with that big ass of yours.
Self, stop hating life. Self, please move on.
I probably shouldn't care, but I do.
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