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I hid inside my room like a fucking coward (what? please kill me). the past eighteen months flashed before me in the last eight long hours. it was amazing you finally got a rise out of me. I laughed, I cried (well I tried, but I laughed again). who the fuck needs a caricature to be their friend? it's so fucking stupid. I'm just as scared and insecure as you (maybe even x2). and I wonder what you really thought of me. an intimate friend? a loud-mouth jerk or just a novelty? this is not an apology, just therapy, 'cause as we all know (and apparently), I don't need anybody.