To much fucking things are going on for me. I really can't take it anymore. It's called playing around; joking if you will.
A joke is something spoken, written, or done with humorous intention.
Don't take it fucking literally.
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I'm tired of being your fucking therapist if the only thing you ever do is yell at me. If the only thing you fucking want me for is for me to be your play thing, then just leave. Go.
I try to act strong, to let it seem like nothing you say affects me. It does. Whenever you curse me out and throw something at me, I try to brush it off. I can't. You're fucking important to me and I care about. But you don't seem to care at all.
Everyone has a braking point. I have reached mine.
