It’s good, cause it forces me to hide it. Instead of breaking down in front of you, I suck it up, or I leave the room and pretend to be looking for something as I sob like the idiot I am. You’re forcing me to try not to care, you’re forcing me to be as cold as you are, to ignore everything that bothers me like you do. it’s working. I think I’m beginning to hate you as much as you made me hate myself. Congratulations.