I was pretty pissed and disappointed with him today. I thought we were good friends, thus taking for granted that you'd be one of the last people to judge me. You really don't have a clue, trust me when I say this. You really don't. It was a tough choice; choosing to cut you off over something that really helps me. I tried to explain, you doubted my words. I've always doubted myself but I knew what I was saying at that moment. I was struggling, shaking, but still I did my best to explain myself because I really care a lot about you and I don't want to lose you for what you think is a mistake. It's not. And it's not even what you think it is. But you chose to not believe me. Fine. So now, all we do is pretend. Pretend to believe I'm alright, I don't need help.
Honestly, screw the helps. None of them is fucking working and none of you have a clue.
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