I don’t get why wanting to know why someone would treat me like that is something crueler than having been treated the way I was.
Why is not understanding why someone would do that to me cruel of me? Why would someone say I don’t care when the confusion and the lashing out is not coming from me? Why do I know the modus operandi of these kinds of things and still find myself caught in the web? Having a friend is bad, wanting to be friends with someone else at the same time is bad, asking why you’d tell me you hate me is bad? I’m a bad person?
That he would tell you that I did you wrong is beyond confusing.
What is it?
I’m just supposed to sit back and argue that there is no better for you? That one day you’ll feel this about something or someone else and stick that way? Or worse, are we assuming that one day someone’s going to ask me how I feel about you and I’ll say calmly that I hate you, or never want to see you again?
The Dragon is still here, and just as I feared, there are some townsfolk that don’t even notice. Townsfolk who think I’m in the wrong for saying I don’t get it and wanting to reconcile.
That’s the part that confuses me the most.
I am not the one who doesn’t want to reconcile. I am not the one who said or did the things you thought I had, and I am not the one who said or did the things that actually happened. So why don’t I just acknowledge that? Acknowledge that you are not in the kind of place I want someone that I care about to be? And that you’re definitely not taking me to the places that people that care about other people do?