You know how I said that not giving a shit makes things easier to deal with? I lied. Sad, right? I even had myself convinced that I didn't care.

Year two. [this time she stabs Gumi in her side, but doesn't twist the knife.] Still hadn't sorted out all that emotional shit, so I thought, why not deal with it later? Or better yet, pretend it wasn't even there. And it actually worked. This year wasn't as bad, but it still kinda hurt. I think you get the idea.