Thursday, 22 March 2012

Sometimes I feel like this is a hospital visit.

Like you come to visit me every day in my bed and treat me like an invalid.

I really don't need special treatment because of this.

I mean, I'd like it if you wanted to talk to me so much because you just did, but I can help but wonder if this is pity talk.

I don't want or need your pity so if that's what it is, I'd like you to stop and treat me how you used to again.

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