[There's a slam as Rachel tosses her diary on the ground to stand up.]

I am tired of people thinking that I'm so weak! Don't you think I understand that I've screwed up, that I trust people too easily? I get that -- I get that I'm not going to get that stupid happy ending, I'm not going to be the girl who gets the brass ring, and I don't care anymore because I don't need it!

[She fights down another yell, her fingers curled into fists as she swallows thickly. Good job, Hummel, you've gone and made her cry. Well, nearly. Rachel stubbornly refuses to let herself cry again today.]

Regardless of whether or not Jesse is here, it was not your place to tell everyone we live with what happened.