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What in the name of heck are you doing? Do you think that you are worth something? To me? You aren’t. I don’t know how to make you see that. You are nothing. A pain in my side, a thorn in the palm of my hand, that is what you are. You confuse me, but I won’t let that show. I won’t let you know. I don’t know what I ever saw in you. Nothing worth while apparently. I feel deeply, but no one ever sees that part of me. No one needs to. If they did, they would just try to hurt me more. I don’t need anyone. No one needs anyone. It is just a pathetic mindset that people are in. They think that they need love to survive. They don’t. Love isn’t worth it. I wish so much that it was worth it but I don’t believe in that anymore. I don’t have to. I’ve seen it. I’ve been hurt. Everyone gets hurt sooner or later. Mine just happened to be later. I hate that. I don’t know what to think anymore. I don’t want to think any more. Why do we have to think when it hurts us? Why? I don’t know who really gives a shit. I don’t. You can obviously tell that by reading this. There is only one person that really matters to me. My lover… She is all that matters. My best friend and one of my little sisters got into a fight. I’m not going to play middle man and try to make them be friends again. It isn’t worth it. I don’t really care what happens to them right now. I don’t care if they become friends again. I just don’t want to talk to them about it and I hate being in the same room as the two of them. One is just so damn stuck up over this thing. Sure, it is sort of a big thing, but she should get over it. Oh, for those of you who don’t know, my best friend stole my little sister’s “boyfriend”. I don’t get why the hell my sister got so attached to someone that she has never met before. It just boggles my mind. My best friend, on the other hand, doesn’t think that it is wrong to “steal” another’s “boyfriend”. I don’t know. I hate being confused about this. My best friend just acts like herself all the time, while my little sister gets all “huffy” and “bitchy” and “stuck-up” when my best friend is around. It makes me sick. I hope that I don’t start acting like that around my lover. I hope she smacks me up side the head and tells me to deal with it or fuck off. Sure, I may let my lover go one day, or find someone else, but we will never hate each other. Even if we were in the same situation, it would be different. I just don’t understand. I wish that I could. I just don’t think that it is worth it. I don’t need to understand to know that they are both fucked up in the head. But then again, who isn’t. Fucked in the head, I mean. This was going to be a story when I started it, but it became a little rant, and now I don’t think that it should be a story. It is a rant. That is all that it is. Nothing more, nothing less. Just my pitiful rant. I have a lot more to say, but I will save that for another time. There are very few people in this world, all six-point-something billion of them, that you can trust. I have found one...