A Rant

The confusion I feel when thinking about you is higher than the one I feel when attempting to solve mathematical problems.

And, God knows as well as you how much I hate them and how much they confuse me.

You confuse me when you say something to act like you never said it the following day.

You confuse me when I find contradictions in your behaviour.

I know you are not the kind that contradicts himself.

You are too smart to do that.

Everything you do has a purpose.

Tell me, then, how could you mean this and that at the same time?

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