Foul mood.

When will you learn that I don't appreciate being compared?

You know what, why don't you just replace me? Because I never asked you to "fix" me, anyway.
Remember that.

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You keep going on about how you're trying to improve me, since you "care?" You're not "improving" me properly. Haven't you figured out yet how exactly to get me to do something?

Hint: It's not by comparing me to anyone.

All that will achieve is me sullenly accepting it, and resenting you for it, forever. You know how well I can hold a grudge. You know how easily I can pretend I'm fine with it, and just bottle it up so I can explode sometime.

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You know what? You don't even have to "encourage" me anymore. I've stopped expecting that. I've learned it's so much better not to; that way I won't get my hopes up, and I won't hate you when you crush them.

Damn, I've really got to learn to stop caring completely. You know why that's so hard for me now? Because you were the one who actually taught me to care for something other than myself. And now I'm trying to forget that, but it's not easy. And it's all my fault, actually, for letting myself care.

So I'm not blaming you. I can't blame you, anyway. The blame's always on me, isn't it? That's how it's always been, that's how it'll stay.

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You know what? I'll just be patient. I can do that.

Maybe your temper and impatience will get the best of you, and you'll just do what we've always known you would. Because I'm anticipating that already.

There's only one possible outcome, if you're considering the long term. I think you know what that is. So.. you don't have to wait 'til then, if you can't. I'll understand.

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I guess what I'm trying to say is.. thanks for the memories.

I'll be fine. I promise.