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Okay, what the fuck?
I'm tired of hearing I'm not the same person anymore.
I'm well fucking aware of this fact.
But when was the last time you actually knew me...
3 years ago?
There's no reason for you to think I'm a fucking horrible person.
It's shit like this that fucks me up.
Don't fucking tell me that you care about me,
if you did, then you'd just fucking quit.
It's not like I'm out shooting up heroin,
or smoking crack.
goddamn.
I'm doing fucking good in school.
I'm fucking happy.
There's absolutely nothing wrong with me.
Oh mann, I like to do drugs.
Sweet, I'm not going to die..
and if I do then...
oh well, you told me so, I suppose.
Quit if the "well, if you were with me things would be better" shit...
because I dont think so.
I fucking love Michael.
And okay, he may be an asshole sometimes,
but that doesn't even fucking matter.
He doesn't hit me, and he doesn't cheat on me.
He cares about me, he's there for me, and he loves me.
What's so fucking bad about that?
STOP FUCKING WORRYING ABOUT ME!