You pestered me to let you see my blog. And when I finally did show you a few posts, you fucking judged me. Just because I tell you stuff and we text and all, doesn't mean you know me. You know I don't like telling anybody how I feel. Sometimes when you sense that I'm in a bad mood you ask about my day, and I tell you about it. But that's just the fucking good part, even the 'bad' that I may have told you is not even near what really was wrong. You don't fucking know a thing about me, so don't even dare try to fucking judge me. You obviously don't give a shit about me, you just think I'm plain negative and emo. And you fucking think that I choose to be like that. Your words have not only offended me, i'm pissed off, disappointed and most probably hurt. It's because of people like you that I decided to keep everything to myself, to not show my blog to people. You want to know what actual hurt me the most? Is to think that you would care? Cause you always tell me you want to be there for me. The posts you chose were all about my life in danger, but did you ever ask about me? Not one word of concern, nothing. Thanks for everything but I've had enough of you. Yes I love you but I actually like other people too, so you're not fucking special. You have so many flaws and I can't accept that, I don't like it.
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