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Pissed because you threw some passive-aggressive shit in my face, like I give a fuck about being right. Fuck, I wish I was fucking wrong about all this, you know that? I wish it was really just as simple as you wanting me out of your life for your own fucking good. Because that would still fucking hurt, but it'd be what YOU wanted. You want to fixate on me calling you an asshole? Fine. Let's do it. I called you an asshole because you turned your back on me, you DISAPPEARED ON ME, no fucking note, no heads up, because apparently I meant less than shit to you, and THEN turned around and told me that you [...] cared about me. After you were gone. When I don't even know where the fuck you're living or what you're doing and have probably zero chance of ever fucking seeing you again, that's when you decide to be honest with me. What the hell else was I supposed to do, Liam? What else could I do?