My insides hurt.
Un. If anyone should be there for me, it should be you. You disappoint me. I'm not using you, how dare you think of me as such a monster. You broke my heart. Your lack of caring kills me.
Deux. The fact that my mere presence leads to someone else's unhappiness makes me sick. I would disappear if it would make you happy.
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