This frustration has accumulated over a period of way-too-long and I haven’t done anything to stop it. I guess I wanted to see you change when I really should have realised you weren’t going to. Now, the thought of you sitting around for the next however long it takes for me to muster up the courage to tell you to fuck off, thinking I’m your back up, your oracle or whatever you need me to be that I’ve become, disgusts me. You are a true prick under that mask you wear to show otherwise and now that I’ve reached this conclusion, I’ve opened my eyes to what a manipulative cunt you were, are and will be.