Or to admit about.
And to not sound like a spoilt brat while you're at it.
But enough is enough.
I'm tired of Smartypants.
And how worked up I get about them.
Not to mention the tears that causes puffy eyes on Sunday morning.
I'm thankful for these words.
"I understand. You can put yourself to play with me and *name of the other Twin Tower* "
said one of them.
said one of them.
I was hoping for relief when I admit it out loud.
So why does it feels like I've just stabbed a knife into my heart?
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