You called my items trash. So what if you find them useless? So what if even they turn out to be useless to me? You still have no right to tell me what of mine is worth it or not.
Are you saying I'm trash?
Am I too wild and crazy for you to deal with?
You see me as nothing but a child, and that burns me, cuts deep, whatever metaphor of pain you want to use in this awful discussion. You look at me and see irresponsibility, but what actually it is, is difference. I am different than you. I know you don't normally have to deal with people who don't think like you do, correction, you don't normally like dealing with people, but you chose to deal with me.
If you can't simply accept me for who I am, as other friends have done before you, then I guess its time for you to go.
I began this blaming myself, kicking myself, for ******* up yet again. Always the ****-up, that Grace. But you know what? I'm getting my **** together the best way I can, and if you don't like how I function, then that *****.
I can't deal with people who can't accept me. Not right now, actually, thinking about it, not ever, really.
I have to be me right now. There is no other way, and if you cannot accept that, then I guess I cannot accept you.
Leave the undesirable and go live elsewhere.