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There are only so many violations of my personal space that I can take before I snap. I'm quickly losing my patience with this and I don't want anyone to get hurt. But FUCK man. Back the fuck off a little, will you? I don't need to see you every day, speak to you every day. For HOURS. And if I don't call, don't fucking assume I DIED. I didn't fucking die. I tell you one personal thing and all of a sudden it is the goddamned end of the world because I didn't call you at 11pm like I was supposed to. What the FUCK?!!? We aren't fucking dating! You aren't my mother! I'm not *yours*! I am not fucking obligated to call you every fucking free minute of my day. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.
Now, if only you were mentally stable enough for me to tell you to back off.
Now, if only you were mentally stable enough for me to tell you to back off.