You always pick the ones who you know are going to hurt you. Not because they're mean, or spiteful, or controlling... but just because they don't care. They don't really care about you one way or another. Sometimes they barely notice you. And then suddenly they're gone. You always pick those ones.
It's not because nobody else wants to be there.
I always thought you were just sabotaging yourself but then, I guess you can't pick who you love.
I wish you loved someone who thought you were special.
You're special.
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