ah yes. something to control. you’re an old old lady and you need to sleep with your bedroom door open – too keep an eye/ear out on what I’m doing?

or is it because you’re f****** scared of everything? is it because you’re a goddamned child in you tiny little fucked up brain?

it’s f****** creepy and weird and uncomfortable to go around the back of the house with the door to your room open and you sleeping, mouth agape, right in plain f****** sight.

also: you never said anything to me, you just set up blockades so i can’t close the door. so i’m going with controlling, scared child.

f*** right off and die already. i can’t stand living with you anymore.