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Who cares what you think of me? I certainly don't. I stopped caring that night. It's not a matter of getting what I want, it's a matter of you betraying my trust. I don't need your damn pity. I don't need your damn friendship. I don't need your damn "love". You are doing just fine. And I'm doing great. You brought out all the awful things in me. All my fears, all my insecurities. Don't pretend to be all high and mighty and greater than thou art. For a long time everyone told me you were bad news for me, but I was so blindly devoted to you. Every single time I'd forgive, but no matter what, it seems I wasn't good enough. Why should I care what you think of me now? We're done. I won't have you hurting me again. Why would doing the same thing over and over get a different result? I don't know. I'm just stupid. And you're cruel to think this whole mess is entirely my fault. You can't just ASSUME things. "Oh I thought you knew. Everybody knew." No. That's not the way it goes. That's not cool at all. You'd think I'd be worth the words to you, but obviously I'm not. I clung to you because I thought you gave me hope. I was only afraid to be alone. I'm not alone. I have Zack and Brianna and Brittnie and all these other people who tried to help me. They stayed here with me. Where were you? Have a nice life.