I think I like you. Again. I don’t want to because I may not come out whole in the end. I’m trying not to fall for your old tricks, but just have to pick on my weakest points, didn’t you? In this case, you promised me to get the album I’ve been DYING to get my hands on. You are insufferable! You ruined my whole plan of hating you for the rest of my life, but you know I can’t stay mad at you for long. I just don’t admit it. I’m tired. I don’t wan to hate anymore, too much energy used in the process. I’m exhausted. Crap.
