... if you really understand the power you have over me.
Do you get that one disapproving comment from you sends me into a pit of depression for at least a few hours, though often I will remember it for months, if not longer?
That every time you call me immature it makes me feel like the scum of the earth, unfit to dwell in the presence of others?
That my opinion of anything could be changed in a blink, no matter how firmly I believed it, just because you gave a different opinion?
That the thought of damaging you in the slightest way makes me feel so much guilt I could just claw my own skin off?
That just the sight of you with another makes me turn greener than a cucumber, madder than the hatter, with envy?
That I would do anything just to make you happy?
Hopefully you don't get it--because if you did, the way you treat me despite this knowledge could be considered quite cruel.
I need to just learn to be happy with myself.
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