Why do you guys do this shit to me, for fuck’s sake? I can’t handle it. Please.
You know I’ve got {D}’s lawyer up my ass now because of this shit? I spent all fucking day dealing with her shit instead of focusing on my new job. I've spent all day writing a preemptive answer? I’m already overwhelmed, and then—like, what the fuck was that? 12:11 a.m., scrolling through the Mexico post.
I’m sorry. I got that part wrong, but goddamnit, you don’t understand how badly this hurts.
I feel awful that I can’t be there for you. I’m so sorry. But I can’t keep doing this. I’m sitting here sobbing, and I can’t handle any more.
Please, I am begging you, stop. Please. Please stop.
I can’t take any more. Please stop doing it. Please. Please stop.
Why can’t either of you hear me when I beg and say, “Please stop”?
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