Yea, what? What? You wanna go? What? Bring it.
*five minutes later* I'm actually in a good mood.
So I was watching this silent movie called... well, Silent Movie. I have a new love for... silent movies.
KRIS. LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE. OR DIE. A PAINFUL DEATH. REALLY.
I don't know you. You don't know me. You don't care a rat's ass about me. I don't care a rat's ass about you. You knew that from the beginning. So did I. I told you it wouldn't work. You didn't listen. You don't leave me alone when I say in English that I don't want to talk. I'm not your type. You're not mine. I never thought we'd work. You most likely didn't either. You wanted me for the sake of having a girlfriend. I never wanted you for anything. You are like a dog who doesn't know right from wrong. I'm the human and I can't seem to get away. I need time from everything, mostly you. You just don't get it. I don't know why you are who you are. You don't care to find out about me. I really don't want to find out about you now, either. So, again, leave me alone.
P.S. "phyco" is spelled "psycho"
*five minutes later* I'm actually not in a good mood anymore.