blunt

No one likes to hear you complain.
There is nothing wrong with you, except that you think there is something wrong with you.
You don’t listen to me when I talk sometimes. I know this. I talk to you anyway because it’s nice to have someone pretend.
I don’t understand why you love her.
You are more beautiful than you realize.
The way you talk louder when you are insecure to show people that you are not insecure is how we know that you are.
I don’t understand why you have forgiven him.
I know you flatter me to get what you what. I would have given it to you anyway.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve lived lifetimes of hurt. Sometimes I feel like I haven’t lived at all.
You are only funny when you stop trying to be.
I don’t understand how to love you.
I don’t understand how to let you love me.

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