April. You think that calling me names, making me confused, all that stuff- will make me vulnerable. Well it won't, and I'm asking- no, I'm telling- you to stop.
Oh my god, April. I don't care what you think, I can act on my own. And you telling me to kill myself doesn't affect me whatsoever, I'm pretty strong to that type of stuff. You want me to bend to your will. Well, guess what! I won't.