I said to myself, "If he walks out
without letting me say goodbye, I'm
going
to scream." And so I did. What is it?
What do you want me to tell you? I'm
sorry that I hurt your feelings, but . .
. she's not for you. She's not for
you. And that's the truth, okay? And
one of these days, you're going to wake
up and see that I was right. I was
right, and you were wrong, and that was
the way it was the entire time. So why
are you so damn stubborn? I truly
wish you would get passed it. She's
moved on, and unfortunately, she's moved
on without you. Things happen quick
when you're a girl like that . . . and .
. . like Mrs. Fisher said, "You're every
mother's dream for her girl."
Certain girls don't listen to their
mothers, okay? You're the guy that's
going to have kids, I know it. Because
. . . well I'm not one of those
people. I won't be happy living in Black
Mountain, NC for the rest of my life.
I swear to God, I'm getting out of here
as soon as I can. And I will. It'll
happen. So you have to decide for
yourself. What is it that you want? Do
you
want the girl and the white picket
fence? Or do you want to achieve some
other goal that'll make you feel
complete? And it's me and my stupidness
to
think that you already feel that. So
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for making you feel
like there was no chance, no hope. You
live with your hope, Justin. Go right
along. But don't expect the wishing and
hoping to pull through, okay? Don't
think that hope can get you through
everything. Sometimes it has to be you.
You have to get yourself through this.
You.
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