Sometimes we become the villain of our own story. It's a curious thing, realizing that I have been an unreliable narrator of my own behaviour and decisions, of my own life. I have unknowingly possessed a destructive power to wound and shatter the same way I had been wounded and shattered. Weapons can be infinitely more dangerous when you don't
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It was all of those things-- a man who wanted what he wanted, and to hell with everyone else, as if they owed him everything and he owed them nothing in return.
His indifference to your feelings, along with all his other manipulations... how can a person not all the more desperately want to be the sole focus of someone who seems to truly them (even if only for a few hours)?
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I am glad that you can sympathize with me, though :) What you said was more or less exactly how I was feeling.
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