I hadn't expect myself to react in such a way, but I did. Still trying to get over what I saw, trying to not make it matter. But it mattered. Still matters. What crap am I even trying to say?
When I'm really done bothering, I stop explaining. You ask the same questions over and over again, it doesn't change my answers. You turned me off. For that one thing you could have walked away from, you failed to. Betrayal? Maybe not to an extent. But you've crossed the line. I'm really done.
There was a better way to clear the air. Feel so shitty and crappy and what not. Now and then I'm reliving those moments that I've witnessed. It sucks.