I’ve had some time to calm down but I’m still really, really bothered.

I’m still committed to talking less.

I still don’t think I’ll ever really trust you.

Part of me wants to spy and make sure you are safe but I won’t do that because I love you. Invading privacy isn’t right.

You’ve caused a lot of damage over the years because you refuse to be honest, refuse to talk.

You had me thinking I’d be able to leave this place someday but it finally occurred to me how stuck I was and you didn’t deny it.

That’s when I realized I’ll probably die here.

I want you to know that if you don’t communicate then you have no one to blame but yourself when things hurt you. I’ve always told you my feelings.

But I’m done doing it because it doesn’t seem to matter if you don’t reciprocate. If you don’t do better then I can’t do better. It takes two.

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