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[fuchsiascreams]

Okay, what. I don't understand. I treat you like gold and you treat me like crap. Expendable crap. Like you think I'm trapped under your thumb and like no matter how poorly you treat me, I'm never going to leave. We spend hours every day talking about you and you literally know absolutely nothing about me, because you don't even care enough to ask. I'm just YOUR sidekick, YOUR partner-in-crime, I only exist to share in your glory and be your underling. You seem to be operating under the delusion that I'm like every other person who knows you - that you can treat me like shit and take me for granted and I'll come crawling back because I can't live without you. I'm not going to be around forever to watch you treat the people who you don't assume are enamored with you better than you treat me because you want to win them over and don't care about how you act towards me because you think you already have me. If you don't know anything about me, you should at least know that I'm my own person and that I'm not going to let you walk all over me like you do to everybody else who you think is in love with you or obsessed with you. I've seen you shit-talk me and you've fucked me over more than once. I came back because we were friends and I cared, not because I can't live without you. I'm not jealous of you or living vicariously through you because I'm fat. I have my own life and I CHOSE to let you be part of it, however small the role, and however inconsequential I seemingly am to you.

I'm not expendable. I'm not your lapdog. And apparently, I'm not even your friend.