I take a few deep breaths before I rationalize my thoughts. No one's attacking you, why must you be so god damn defensive? Remember the source, remember the source. Those 3 words sound in my head as I bite down on my tongue. Shutting my door, and turning up the volume, your harsh words blur into one another.
You are nothing but an obstacle. You're in my way, but not for long. I'll tackle this one. He's not a fucking idiot, a button you shouldn't have pressed, dear father figure.
I have a life to live. You don't even know the half of it. I pity you.
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