...did she ask about me?...

I thought it would upset me more, someone being mad at me for no reason I can immediately grasp. Usually, these things bother me more. (And truthfully I am upset, just pretending otherwise).

But, I made one of those pacts. The kind where if you hurt me, or make me feel bad about myself, if you intrude on my life in a way that isn't called for, or is detrimental to me, then I can't care. I have to say be gone with you.

Even throw these words back at you: If you were more important it would bother me more

Even though it's a lie.