I'm going back to bed.
I love you.
But I aint fucking happy at all about things at all.
Like you gonna meet somebody better suited for you, or more "interesting", or a better lover, or a better cook, or a better person, or a better dad...
Go fucking get him them and leave me alone...
Tina...
you're just so...
FULL OF SHIT!
Like I don't know...
Please.
Night Beautiful.
Love you,
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