i'm sorry. sometimes i get jealous thinking that someone else could make you happier than i could. i guess it's my insecurities acting up. because i know i'm not the prettiest, smartest or most fun and exiting but, i know that no matter how hard and long you look: you'll never find somebody that loves you like i do. i'm sorry for being me.
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