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Some how I avoided drama in high school. Hannah tells me it's because Hastings has no pulse, no heart. Maybe that's the problem, I care. And the whole caring thing involves other people. Is it really that difficult? Am I really that difficult? Why do I grovel? On some level I understand that everything isn't always my fault, I'm not obligated to take full responsibility, take the heat for her insecurities reaction to my comments. I understand I'm not perfect. By any means. But I think I'm incapable of intentionally hurting another person, anyone could tell you that. I also forgot how to bite. Is talking and forgiving and understanding really so much to ask? Or are you just too afraid of your own feelings? I don't know. I'm sad and the hope is slowly dying. Is this the point at which I give up altogether, even on the friendship I thought was coming?