I hate men with glasses.

I'll be fine on my own.

I'm going to be okay.

For two years.

I thought I can count on you for a lot of personal things.

I shared everything.

You just didn't care enough to even cherish that.

They were right.

Girls need to be listened to.

Girls want to feel cared for.

Something so basic that you have forgotten.

You dont care?

Then I dont neither.

I'll be fine on my won.

I'm going to be okay.