How do I know I’m in love if I don’t want to kill myself all the time? Mavis is the nicest person I’ve ever met, and it was hard to recognize I was in love with her because she never let so much time elapse between “hey wats up winky-face emoji” texts that I had deleted her number and had to respond, “NEW PHONE WHO DIS.” She has never replied “…uh okay sure” when I tell her I love her. She’s never patted me on the back while telling me that she thinks of me as a really good friend despite our regular carnal relations; never said, “Nah, I don’t read your shit because you really aren’t that
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