Why would I want to be around people who act as though they have to be nice to me? I’m not a kid — I don’t need your sympathy (I wouldn’t know what it’s for and what I’d do with it anyway).
But weirdly enough, I want you to end up being happy. Seriously happy. Because I know that I would be — after all this.
yeah, you tell him (or her)!
Posted by anne at April 29, 2009, 9:58 am