you would call me anyway even if i was the last person you'd want to call.
i wonder sometimes how you have the cheek to face me after all that's done.
you ask me for favors. damn it.
you don't know your place at all.
you don't care about the effect you'll leave if you call or msg.
you don't care how it will affect me. not that it really affects me.
(and now you'd think it affects me because i am posting this, i guess it does affect me in a negative fearful way.)
you are like toxic.
as long as you get your f**king way. you don't care.
screw you.