You dont have to care about my perspective, and I dont have to care about yours. That’s a choice one makes when they want to be empathetic. And I am done being the bigger person for YOU missy. I’m gonna cyberbully you off of your psychotic safe space. What are the odds we would both end up venting our neurosis’ in the same place, and that I would figure out your scheme? Its not luck honey, its magic, or fate, or divine providence, whatever you want to call it, take your pick. I want you to implode because you cant maintain your mask of sanity anymore. I want to break you. It’s already working. Youre making a fool out of yourself on the regular. You’re washed up honey.
