One of these days you will find me dead, I guarantee you that.
Fuck you both.
Don't patronize me wirth your love statements, your falsities intended to placate me, to get me out of my funk. I know the truth. You might hurt a whie after I'm gone, but you will get over it and live life like I never happened. Meanwhile, you're stuck with me, so deal with it. Like I have to deal with you all the fucking time, 24/7. You have successfully chipped away at me, killing me little by little every day.
I don't have time for this shit.
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