GET OUT OF MY HEAD.
Like, seriously. Why did you request me yesterday morning? You were home. You couldn’t have been drunk at 10:30am. Don’t think about me. Let me go. I blocked your number, doesn’t that show that I don’t want to talk to you? I was done thinking about you, and you had to go and do that. Now, you’re back in my head. And all I can think about is the good times. Why can’t I think about all the times we fought? Why can’t I remember what we fought about? Why doesn’t it matter to me right now that all of my friends hate you? Why doesn’t it matter to me right now that everyone sees you as a player and you apparently get with a ton of girls? Why do I just want to talk to you again? Except that I don’t. I don’t really want to talk to you. I know you’re not healthy for me, it’s not that I want to talk to who you are now. I want my old Mike back. And you’re not him. You’ve been such a constant in my life for the past year and a half and I think that’s why you’re in my head. Only a few more months until we aren’t neighbors. Please just leave me alone for these last couple months.
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