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I deserve to be this mad and angry and hurt and bitter. You don't have the right to call me immature or label me naive or say that I'm being a girl about everything.
No. I've had it. I am angry and more often that not, I choose to be skeptical and vengeful and don't you dare judge me for the things I've done or will eventually do.
I expected you to fight til you bleed or run til your lungs burn for me. You were so brave that night, so brave. But at the same time, you turned out to be a real selfish coward. How does that work out?
You were just one more boy. One more dependency, one more hope, one more disappointment.
