Thinking about it isn't enough. You think and you think and you never take action. You never told me. You're suspicious of everyone around you and you lash out and hurt them before they can hurt you, even if they were never planning on it.
Whether I believe it or not, I died thinking you didn't give a shit about me and valued your own feelings over my death. If I wasn't here as a ghost right now, you'd never get to tell me any different.
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Whether I believe it or not, I died thinking you didn't give a shit about me and valued your own feelings over my death. If I wasn't here as a ghost right now, you'd never get to tell me any different.
Is this how you're going to keep going?