Why I always say that I miss you the most?
Because, I am.
Now, when I write this, I put my ass on your favorite spot to sleep.
And, listening to Arctic Monkeys' songs on repeat and shuffle.
I'm mad. Yes, I'm mad, but I won't show anything to you.
I'm mad why this happened to me.
I'm mad why dentist should force me to use fvcking retainer on my teeth. *It hurts, you know?*
I'm mad why I can't tell daddy anything, even finally I have some conversations on the phone.
I'm mad why I can't stay a night next to you tonight, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and forever. *geez! I imagined you were here*
I'm mad why I did mistakes like an idiot when we were together.
I'm mad why I was born to love you but I can't have you.
Sorry, I curse often.
This is insane.
I love you, buddy! Still, as much as you always feel all the time.
And, sure I miss you the most.
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