You always say
you're worried about me.
Maybe you really mean it,
maybe you only want the best for me-
but it's insulting.
I'm no damsel in distress.
I don't need you to save me.
Sure, I've worried about you-
but I knew you'd be okay.
You make it sound like I can't take care of myself.
I've done it for this long, haven't I?
You say you don't want me to end up like you,
that you don't want to "corrupt" me.
Have you ever even met me?
Honey, go ahead and try to "corrupt" me.
I dare you.
You should be more worried about ending up like me.
I can take care of myself
and you can be damn sure that I won't get upset over the likes of you.
I'm stronger than you give me credit for.
You know what I think?
I think "I'm worried about you"
translates (roughly) into
"I'm not sorry, but I want you to forgive me."
And you know what?
I'm not sorry,
I don't need your forgiveness,
and I'm afraid I don't forgive people so easily.
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