I remember in primary school you stuck up for me. Yeah, I still remember. It made me happy. Now I resent you. I'm saddened by you but most of all I'm disappointed in you. Maybe because you stopped caring after a while and I became emotionally attached to everything to fill the void.
I'm only kidding myself when I do that though. I cook my own food. I get my needs. I buy my own clothes. I practically take care of myself. I don't know whether to be proud of myself or hurt from the fact I was forced to become independent or I wouldn't make it. I think that did me a lot more worst than good.
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