Tomatoes & Eggs in YOUR face.
Clearly, as I think I've once said.
My place is in hell.
Cause it just needs you.
To open up your mouth.
To make me open my mouth.
To make you cry.
You're just so bloody good at spoiling everyone's mood.
But you're so bloody bad at knowing me even at an acceptable amount.
And you dare say you have the right to have your say of me.
Trust me.
I'm just as disappointed of you, as you are of me.
Job well done.
Job well done.
And I'm amazingly folding the laundry.
Despite me hating it as a chore.
It feels rather calming now.
Really, that's how bad you affect me, I think.
As if it's so easy, what I go through.
Idiot.
And that's your favorite word to use, isn't it?