I am sick and tired of dealing with the same shit day after day after day after day.

You sound like a broken record machine. Haven't you figured out yet that I'm done listening? I may look like I can hear you but I learned long ago how to block out the sound of your voice.

Stop talking because you don't just don't understand. You think I'm stuck, that I'm holding back? I think you're the one who's stuck in thinking that I'm nothing without you. You repeat the same sermon every time but you don't have a clue of what's really going on. And you know what? I don't want to share because you just won't understand.

I'm happy. You can't take that away from me. I'm happy and I don't need your pathetic, misguided pity. Fuck you. Give it to somebody who might actually believe you, because I sure as hell don't.

Thanks for ruining my night, though.