It's not fair that you have control. You do not know me or anything about me. You might not even be real. You can not just take control in someone else's life.
What I do with him is our business. What we chose to do is not any of your concern, and being my secret adviser is nothing more than harassment.
You can not call me from restricted numbers at 12:12 am. You cannot send me text messages and not tell me who you are. You cannot come into my life and appear to be saving me when you do not even have the courage to explain your identity. I need your face. I need your face so I can se who has broken into my house, so I can kick you out. I will move away from you. I will find you and I will destroy your reality. How could you do this to me? Who do you think you are? I hope you are haunted by my temper and I hope that you find it to be scarier than you thought possible. I want people to know how I feel, because they don't seem to see that I feel away. Get away from me. Go find someone else to mess with. Go interfere with someone else's life. I am not your chairty. I am not your game. I am not your toy. You cannot just pick me up and lay me on my back and walk away, thinking that you...
HA. I know who you are! Stop messing with my life!
I know who you are.
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