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Fucking hell. Dammit. Yes, fine I'm one of the hurting parts you wrote to. I'm one of the fuckers you were talking to. Even if it wasn't directly for me, well, I'm making it about me now. Not like either of us can know for sure.
Fuck you for tugging at my heartstrings. Fuck you for being so open and genuine. And fuck you for thinking you can fix me. Help me through my pain and suffering? You can't even handle my pain and suffering. It's why we fucking split. Why I even exist. The fuck do you mean "help me", when you can't even help yourself?
Here's a tip: I don't need your help or your pity. I don't want you looking at me like I'm some lost stray who needs a home. I'm fine. You're the ones who need to understand that whatever the fuck I'm going through, is also shit you went through, that you're going through right now. Stop fucking shoveling it onto me. Stop blaming me for our collective actions. My fault, your fault, who the fuck cares. It's all us. And don't think I don't see you talking to our friends and partners about me, like I'm the boogeyman.
I'll talk to you when you acknowledge that my shit and your shit are the same shit. If you're still as genuine as you were when you wrote that message all those months ago, then maybe, just maybe, we can fucking work something out. But I'm not doing this when you think you're better than me.
