I wish there was a way for me to articulate how much you have failed me. I chose to share with you my most intimate of weakness in hopes that you would understand.

However you chose not to comprehend but to overextend your influence on me. I don't want you to save me. I don't need you to protect me. Most of all I don't want you to control me.

That loaded look of weighted despair when I choose to do what I said was once a failure slashes my soul with the judgement you have no right to inflict me with.

Yes, I was once foolish.

Yes, I was once addicted.

You forget when I say that the purpose in action was the real reason for my behavior to excess.

So I blew some lines with you to the point where you say it was too many but let us not forget the fact that you were the one behaving like a psycho that night.

You were the one who frightened me with the scissors.

Just because you are the one who is too weak to supercede your addiction and find control in it does not mean that I am the one who should suffer.

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