actually. As in, seriously.
As in I'm not with somebody, but somehow I feel like I'm betraying that one person.
I don't feel like that anymore.
Somewhat ironic, though.
Just the other day I was asking myself stupid questions about you that I didn't know the answer to.
I still don't know the answer to 'em.
But hey. I'm just trying to move onnnnnnnnn.
Is that so bad?