when i treat you well and you give me sh*ts, expect me to be the most awful b*tch you'd ever meet.
when i believe in you and you give me reasons not to, expect me to doubt everything i hear from you until you die.
you do something wrong, i'll forgive you but expect me to remeber everything happened until i die.
i start to think that it's my awesome stupitidy for always treating strangers nicely. i thought they're friends whom i haven't known but i soon found out that they're nothing but just strangers whom i shouldn't have talked to in the first place.
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