So, I really don't know when it became all right to attack my morals. Who does that?
I don't see a reason for punishing someone for being too well-behaved.
I understand why people do the things they do, especially if they have a plan and aren't going to just go crazy. But that doesn't mean I have to be the same person. I don't see a reason for me to step outside of my comfort zone just because people--who, keep in mind, are completely different from me--do. I thought you were supposed to protect me. My mistake. You're just as judgmental as everyone else.
Makes me hurt.
So keep stabbing that knife into my side, keep clawing my eyes, keep pulling on my hair and making me live like I don't want to. That's just fine. I already put up with plenty, and you keep going. Not enough for you, I suppose.
Bite me.
(I want to call you names, but I'm going to try to control my anger at least a little bit. Don't want to give you too much satisfaction. You've already gotten my trust and stepped all over it with your sludgy shoes. And that's enough).
Your move. I'll wait for you, because I think I've made my point.
