(no subject)
The fact that it was me who went to your house only to make sure that you were all right doesn't even matter, does it?
The fact that it was me who called you to make sure that you were all right when you didn't answer doesn't even matter, does it?
The fact that it was me who trusted you with everything -- or at least more than I trust anyone else with -- doesn't even matter, does it?
The fact that it was me who watched out for you all last year doesn't even matter, does it?
The fact that it was and is me who fucks up all the time and then AT LEAST ATTEMPTS TO FIX IT doesn't even matter, does it?
Because what I think doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter that I'm worried.
It doesn't matter that I'm just looking out for you.
It doesn't matter that I only ask you to do things when it's for your own good.
It doesn't matter that I care about you more than I care about my family.
You'll just do whatever you want anyway, and you'll ignore my opinions and you'll ignore me.
Fine.
Fine.
I just want you to know that that hurts.