I love you.
No wait, I hate you.
Why do you have me feeling this way?
Your bipolar disease is having an affect on me.
I do not like it.
But I love it.
See there you go again.
I am tied around your finger waiting for you to cut me loose.
Of course you wouldn't do that though because your selfish.
Also cute.
And rude.
And persuasive.
Ahh what joy young love brings us all.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 11:56 PM UTC
I love you.
No wait, I hate you.
Why do you have me feeling this way?
Your bipolar disease is having an affect on me.
I do not like it.
But I love it.
See there you go again.
I am tied around your finger waiting for you to cut me loose.
Of course you wouldn't do that though because your selfish.
Also cute.
And rude.
And persuasive.
Ahh what joy young love brings us all.
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