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OH! You want to rub salt in my wounds now? The rotten fruit of your loins, right? Black sheep? Fuck you!
I gave specific, clear headed instructions of exactly what I wanted you NOT to do...and you did exactly that AND THEN SOME! Next thing I know I'm chained to a fucking hospital bed hooked to an IV and pissing in a plastic fucking container while you tell me just how naughty I was. I'm sitting, having just been REVIVED, saved from death on your dollar, listening to you bitch about how much of a victim you are. A victim of me?
Now you have the fucking gaul to tell me you don't understand why I can't trust you - and shift ALL the responsibility for this shit on me? You're right, I am guilty - guilty of trusting you, guilty of trusting blood. I'm guilty of thinking that there was any other way than pure sobriety, and I'm naive. I thought you loved me.
This is the same blood that lets me - SENDS me to jail to pay for my little sins while you sit pretty on your fucking heap - you judas cunt.
Go fuck with someone elses life, maybe I only drank so much to kill the blood you poisoned me with since birth - but regardless that's the only thing that connects me to you from this point on. I gave you more than enough chances - it may hurt to watch you suffer, but it hurts less knowing you wouldn't even blink at my own - but I guess I've known that for years.
I really fucking hate you.
I gave specific, clear headed instructions of exactly what I wanted you NOT to do...and you did exactly that AND THEN SOME! Next thing I know I'm chained to a fucking hospital bed hooked to an IV and pissing in a plastic fucking container while you tell me just how naughty I was. I'm sitting, having just been REVIVED, saved from death on your dollar, listening to you bitch about how much of a victim you are. A victim of me?
Now you have the fucking gaul to tell me you don't understand why I can't trust you - and shift ALL the responsibility for this shit on me? You're right, I am guilty - guilty of trusting you, guilty of trusting blood. I'm guilty of thinking that there was any other way than pure sobriety, and I'm naive. I thought you loved me.
This is the same blood that lets me - SENDS me to jail to pay for my little sins while you sit pretty on your fucking heap - you judas cunt.
Go fuck with someone elses life, maybe I only drank so much to kill the blood you poisoned me with since birth - but regardless that's the only thing that connects me to you from this point on. I gave you more than enough chances - it may hurt to watch you suffer, but it hurts less knowing you wouldn't even blink at my own - but I guess I've known that for years.
I really fucking hate you.