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Mar 09, 2007 15:37

If I weren't worried about you killing yourself just for spite I'd tell you this myself.

You want everything to be about You.
Well congratulations.

You judge me for crying after my two closest friends desert me.
You judge me for appreciating three men’s work for what it is: Art. It doesn’t matter to me or to them that I haven’t split open my veins with knives or needles. But it matters to you.

you can’t move on because you refuse to take care of yourself.
I’ve moved on because I won’t let anything get in my way. Like You. You tried to stop me when you stomped on my dreams pathetic as they were. Were those tears, the tears of a 12 year old crushed by her idol, fake? Apparently.

So just know that when you think I’m faking,
It was you who killed my self-esteem.
It was you who tried to blame my father and kill his marriage.
And you sent all three of your siblings into therapy.
Is that enough about you?
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