I love you, but I'm really just sick of all the shit that you pull. Everyday, it's something new, and you never take any blame for it. You always blow things entirely out of proportion, and dig up old scars that have long since faded. I don't understand why you drag things on for way longer than they were meant to be, even when everyone involved has moved on.
I want to help you understand that we love and care for you, and your constant worrying is unneccessary. These are your screw ups, not ours, and you need to fix them, not us.
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