You've got a boyfriend, but that don't matter. It wont keep him from what he's after. He wants to make you his new obsession before you graduate from post college depression. You pride yourself as an awkward type of girl, but you're a self hating socialite, admit it. You wear a badge of the hardships you've endured. And you don't let your company forget it. Put on a record, he doesn't get it. "I'm not a fan of shallow indie," he admitted. You're not offended when he confesses that he laughs inside at all your vintage dresses. Convince yourself your not part of his deceit. He knows he's only a novelty distraction. A slain regret and a promise to repeat, but will you even get the satisfaction?
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