If I hadn’t fucked it up by hanging on, and you hadn’t really messed it up from my perspective to where I can’t be around you and you know it, you’d be coming back forever. I’m your favorite. You wish at this point. That’s part of what pisses you off. It might even be your biggest piss off when it comes to me and this. The need to be malicious in a sneaky way. You’re probably a bit ashamed too. It’s your fault.
