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I want you to tell me you love me even though I annoy you. Don’t tell me you were lying, but tell me it’s okay; that who I am is okay. I want you to tell me you’re not sorry for saying I tire you, but that you’re okay with being tired. Everyone wants to know that their terrible things aren’t too terrible to handle, and I know you see all mine: my self-hate and indecisiveness and the sadness that stays for days. The ridiculous need for you to say goodnight, the way I forget that you love me even when it’s obvious. I want you to stop saying sorry for hurting me and instead just stop hurting me. I want you to overwhelm me with things that are good about me whenever you decide to tell me what I need to change so that I can tell myself that even though I failed at something, there are these other things that I did right.