I can’t handle being friends with you right now. It’s not completely because of what I did to us, to me, but you’re a constant reminder to me of what I did to myself. I chose to believe you, believe every word that came out of your mouth, and I wouldn’t be sitting here with mascara staining my cheeks if I didn’t believe you. So when it’s easier to blame you, I know that I’m the one to blame for my own broken heart.
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