Nothing I ever say, think, or feel, will ever be important to anyone but myself. I didn't want you smoking but you did. I thought I could trust you with such a simple thing but I guess I can't. And the fact that you lied to me and tried getting mad me after I asked you makes it worse. You can't just sweet talk me, I'm not going to forget about it. My feelings are never going to matter to anyone but myself. I'm disappointed and angry. I'm over here hurting myself over something so stupid. I hate myself. I can never just let anything go. I hate that I don't feel important. I hate that I don't feel good enough.