I told you how I feel. You know about my insecurities. You know about my fears. I spelled them out to you in the plainest of English, and you listened. Or so I thought!! It seems your version of listening is just a bit different from mine.
If you really understood and cared about me, why would you put me down like you have, over and over? Why would you kick me while I'm down? You call yourself my best friend but FRIENDS DON'T DO THAT. Friends make you feel like you can be yourself.
YOU told me I should be less shy. But when I started to talk more... You put me down. What am I supposed to think? About you, and about myself?!
You're just... A hypocrite.
Don't believe me? Didn't think so...