not trying to make amends. The damage is irrepairable. I'm here for a reason and you have yet to name it.

believing you're psychic. The first flaw I identified in you when I first met you. It's actually more of a delusion than a flaw. From the first day I met you, you assumed that you had me all figured out. Boy, were you wrong.

Perhaps my definition of being successful is being good. Do you know what my motives are for being successful. What I plan on doing with my success if I ever have it. What I plan on doing with my money if I ever get it in the amounts that I want. You don't.

I don't hate you, but I dislike you A lot. Out of everyone... everyone, I don't like you the most. You always so fucking Mad at everything, and have the Worst temper I have ever seen. Why not try going One day without getting mad at everyone, and making me mad at you. Oh, no, that's right, you can't. Why do I have to be here? It's a Friday night. I should be out of this fucking place. It's the last weekend of school. Why The Hell Am I Home!?!? " This would require being left alone. Usually I deal with my negative feelings in my "cave" and come out when I'm ready. I reenergize in my alone time. I need it like you need people. Therefore, I'm left being a grouch.

I've given up on honest communication with you. You just think I'm lying. And I've noticed when I'm at my most honest is when you are most likely to think I'm lying. What's the poing? It's useless.

image 2 scenarious. 1)man with a gun shoots you. 2)man with a gun puts a gun in your hand and forces you to shoot someone else, even though you don't want to. See the difference? Which is worse?

it describes your will being dissolved into the will of another, who has a will that is contrary to yours. You become part of something you don't want to become a part of. You become an accomplis in a purpose that you don't want to be a part of. That's what makes it so insidious, and different and worse then any other crime.

my molester uncles hate was better than your "love". I'm playing the victim. I didn't tell you my life story. You asked for it!! I was just going to leave to be and be on my way.

And it makes you happy. You take the place of God and decide whether "I" have the right to exist? Nevermind God already made that decision for you? You're smarter than God right?

Does my blood taste sweet?