I'm really trying to understand myself. I wanted to talk to you so desperately last night to the point of tears and today, I'm like eh. I don't need you. How can I since as you said I don't know you. You're so full of **** your eyes should be brown all those times you said you're your whole self in sessions, all those times I was talking about that very thing, only knowing the you you let me see and stuff. Why'd you lie? Which is the lie, anyway? Oh well it doesn't matter. I'm getting over it, I'm getting over you.