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You know what, if you have something to say or do, don't try to make up something completely pitiful to save yourself from guilt. Because I know exactly how you are. If you don't like how A sounds like, don't try to act deaf, just so you don't have to hear it. Grow up.

And I don't come all the way down here to go through the same thing. Excuse me if I'm being mean to you. You should try being nicer and less phony.

Wow, how did this become an anger sheet. Oh well.

Also, about that other thing. I really think I need an explanation. Because when you said that, I thought of something completely different. I still need an explanation. Stop being a coward and tell me what you want. I might just give it to you.

We're just never satisfied of what we want. I want fairer skin, and they're getting spray tans. They want the sun, and I need the rain. It goes over and over and over again and we're never going to stop wanting what we can't have. And in the way, we've forgotten the things that we're blessed with. Like our useless arms and legs, and our useless eyes and ears, and our useless hearts. It goes over and over and over again and we're never going to stop wanting what we can't have.

How you feel, think, say, and do is completely an invidual's responsibilty. I lost that and I'm that little girl with scraped knees crying by the swings. I let myself be affected by people. I let myself get crowded with emotions and senses. Like shoes. I lost mine and yours aren't mine to fit. I've gotten myself wrinkled with problems that aren't mine and shouldve never been mine.

I lost my shoe. And yours aren't mine.