I love that sometimes despite my crankiness,
You can keep your cool and tell me you still love me.
I don't understand how you can tolerate my crabbiness, but you do.
& when you try to help me reorganize myself,
When I'm all bummed and stressed
Then I accuse you of "telling what me to do",
I actually secretly adore you for caring so much about me...
It makes me feel better that you're always there to help me with anything.
Yes, it's twisted and messed up, I know.
But things never make sense when I'm crabby.
=)
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