Why is it that when we talk about MY love life, everything has to turn out rather bitter? I ain't lucky in love. I admit. Hmm...I don't want to talk about Angel. I always talk about her when it's about love. Let's talk about someone else...
Aah. This person is someone I'm very passionate about. I've spent time with her ever since I was young. We're practically a couple, except that I share with other people. I know everything about her. I'm not obsessed, I just grew up like that. You can't tell me that I don't know her very well because I do. I probably know more about her than I know about my family.
If you test me, I'll score 150/100. I'm quite sensitive when it comes to her. One single mistake that you do, and I'd detect like a mother fucking radar. Heck, I can smell it when you make a mistake. From a far.
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