Sometimes I worry about Dana and I. I think she might be infatuated with me, not in love with me. And I think she sees something that isn't there in me, and wants me to be something that I'm not. On top of that we fucking argue all the time. I hate it more than most people could imagine.
I love her but sometimes I wonder if it's enough. Love's enough, right? Non mi lo so spiegare io...o lei...o noi in fatti. Non so cosa dirla, e pesavo sará un pó dificile, ma ...dio mio, dov'é che troviamo se qualcuna é giusto, anche se é dificile?
I just can't find the proper words to express the distress I feel.
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