I don't know why you think that I will kind about anything anymore.
No, I don't have time for your stupid questions. Go give someone else brain cancer for once.
No, I don't give a rat's left testicle whether you have health issues.
No, in no way are we friends you mooching piece of batshite.
Go find a rabid bear to hug, he'll be kinder than I ever will be. Am I mean for this? Yes, maybe so. Did I say any of this to you? No, but I did tell you to leave me alone on
five other fucking occasions. How was I not clear on this?
Do you just sit around and think, 'Hm, I wonder if I should bother that one guy that always seems to hate it when I talk to him'.
You text me every month, even when i block your number, you find a way. Restraining orders mean nothing to you.
And it is never at a normal time of the day, it's always early in the morning.
Stop. Before you press send stop. Before you think that the first thing I want to see is something you wrote, stop. the only think I am thinking of is the primal rage of your ass waking me up for something stupid.