Sometimes I wonder if you ever cared at all? Was it me? Was I there? Did I matter? Or was I just the Ken Doll in your Barbie dream house? Was it about me, and us? Or was it just about you, and your plans and hopes? You say everyone always leaves you, but I got angry for a while and tried to come back to talk, and you wouldn't have a conversation. I am not the men who broke you. I'll admit that I have said some shit that isn't great, but I don't deserve this cold of a shoulder. The great irony is that I reminded you of your own power. I told you that most men are pussies, to...