Another fight.

Yeah, here we go again.

I'm so sorry.

I cannot stand your numbness and takkisahness.

Sorry, I ran out of words and I can't seem to figure out what takkisahness is in English.

I sick of being your doormat.

We always end up like this every conversation ever since, that occured.

Please understand that I'm a freaking Homo Sapien too.

I cannot continue to tolerate your attitude everytime you want me to.

I cannot always give in and apologize everytime you want me to.

I can keel you anytime you want me to.

I feel so ghey now.

Whattheheck.

I need a box of Kleenex.

Thank you Ee Von, who cared.

Thank you Lester, who supported me through.

Thank you, I can now stand on my two own feet.