Sometimes, I wonder how far you will really make good your endless threats.

I’ve heard them so many times over, it’s starting to feel like we’re starring in a plot akin to “the boy who cried wolf”.

I’m sick and tired of this. I should have known that the problem was never solved, and will never be solved.

A painful facade.

I was so exhausted that the tears wouldn’t come. But when they finally did, I couldn’t stop.

Isn’t it pure irony that you hate me for the words I uttered once upon a time in a fit of anger, yet the very reason I said them was because of something you said to someone else?

I never found out what it is that you said, and I never will. But I can guess, and I’m not sure I want to know if I’m right.

Ever heard of the saying, what goes around comes around?

I’ve never denied that one reason why our ties are so strained is partly because of my attitude. However, there’s a reason for everything, and I’m not one to act or react for no good reason.

You’re right in saying that history will just keep repeating itself, and the issue will never be solved. Maybe it’s because I’m not interested in solving it the way you want to. I’m selfish, yes, but you can’t expect everyone to pander to you just because you know how to make threats.

And don’t ever use threats against me. There’s a very good reason why the word “backfire” was invented.

I’ve pushed you to your limits, but so have you to mine. Don’t always make yourself out to be the victim in a story, where everyone goes against you and are all trying to drive you to an early death.

I am damn bloody unsympathetic, I know. But when I can actually go beyond feeling bad, that says a lot for what you’ve done.

Do whatever you like. If you can think nothing about creating a scene in a place that’s not even your own home, more than once, then I have nothing to say. Just leave others out of this please.

Friction of the worst kind.

i scribbled at
6:08 PM