Day 231

A Just admit that your pissed because I hurt you.
B You hurt me?
A Yes I hurt you! And I'd apologize, but you're skull is so thick it wouldn't reach your brain even if it was an nail and I used a hammer.
B Well, much as we'd all love to see that, you have nothing to apologize for.
A Oh for fucks-
B You didn't hurt me. I did.
A You hurt me?
B I hurt me! I hurt myself, and I used you to do it. Now, much as I'd hate to disrupt the self loathing torture porn that you've got playing in the background of your day to day, I'm afraid I must correct you. You didn't hurt me, because you couldn't hurt me. You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to, because I would never let you get near enough to do it. You think your the killer and I'm the victim? Be absolved my child: my wounds are self inflicted. I swung my own skull onto a cliff face, not your fault being the fucking cliff! Had I the capacity to trust you, I might have been hurt by you. I might have been destroyed by you. But I wasn't. Because I didn't. Now you can either take off your homemade crown of thorns, or you can drag yourself over to Golgotha and hang out with the other martyrs. Whatever your self absorbed, self loathing, neurosis needs to be fed. Just leave me the hell out of it!
A ... so ... what I'm hearing ... is you never actually loved me.
B ... I loved you as much as I could. I still do. But I didn't trust you then, and I sure as hell don't trust you now. Now. Let me be fucked up in peace. You go be fucked up somewhere else ...