I'm done.

I'm fed up with this kid's shit.

You can say the same things about me over and over again.
It hurts me the same way.
It makes me realize the same things.
The only thing that changes is my respect for you.
Yeah honey, that's fucking gone.

You can say you don't care, but I don't care if you do or not.
All I want you to know is that no matter how many times you say that you don't need me.
Know that I know that you're lying straight out of your ass.

You can insult me, do it.
I know that you love thinking that you're bringing me down.
But honestly.
Behind my computer screen I'm laughing, I'm smiling.
For you.

Because I know how hard you try.
How hard you try to make me upset.
Make me come crawling back to you and say I'm sorry for not really doing anything wrong.
Because you manipulate.

You always said that you'd never manipulate me.
But you are, and you have before.

I've just never noticed.
Maybe because I'm so used to being manipulated by everyone else I've ever let in my life.

Would you like to throw a party for you and my father?
Because, you know, you guys have succeeded.

Anyway.

I'm glad you've found yourself.

Because now I know how much of a heartless, pig-headed, obnoxious, selfish, narcissistic, hypocritical prick you are.

And now you ant to talk about my personal business.

I quit.

That's it.

I'm honestly so done.
I don't need to cry anymore.
I shouldn't want to swallow a handful of pills just to feel ok.

No.
But that's what's going to end up happening anyway.