You just said you want to know whats on my mind. You just said you hated what I told you. You didn't like the fact that I knew something about you and Derick. The thing is. That's whats on my mind. I don't live to think about those things. It was a mechanical click that pieced another fucking puzzle.
I don't live to need to know those things. That's just who I am. I'm sorry if I figure things out that you don't want me to know. The thing is this:
Living to tell people about who they are is not something I like to do. Why? Because I don't need to have people telling me who I am.
And that's why I fucking keep it from you.
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