You used to tell me this.

I remember feeling confused.

And yet now, I still don't understand.

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Why the complaints about him when you know he is BAD

Why sulking for being treated with no respect when you know he is BAD

Why crying over his cheating when you know he is BAD

Why the expectations when you know he is BAD

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I am confused.
Girls are complicated, aren't they?
I still don't understand my own species.

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Do not come to me feeling sorry for yourself

And no, I am not sympathetic.

You ask for it.

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