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why should i be any different? i have already shattered my self-image with your self-righteous fist of disapproval. i guess when i wasn't there, i wasn't there. period.
was i? no. trust is not an option with me anymore. my secrets are my secrets. i've been pushed into this state of discomfort once before. i cannot act like it doesn't bother me. my eyes strain clearly enough for you to understand something.
