i am sick you don't need to tell me i get the hints i'll quit barking up your tree cause you hate me naturally i'll try to wipe clean any trace of existing
even if you had, had had my heart treated it bad regarded as a fad moved on at interest's death not that there was care anymore, i know it wasn't a false start i ruin it all i sabotage
you don't get to sit there and complain of assumptions when you make them yourself when you pass judgement and say cold things and get offended at you offending me