If you have a problem with me, say it to my face. Don't beat around the bush with me. I will get out of your lives if you want me to.
Just don't, and I am begging, don't pretend you care. Just say the word, and I'll leave. Just, please, shut up.
Whenever I'm tired, always, always, I'm never left to rest. When I want something to do, I'm being told to rest.
A freaking lawyer can't go through that list of contradictions, let along live with it every single day. Nevermind. I'm so sick and tired.
I hate this. I promised not to think like this, but, it's days like this, when I feel like this...
I feel that I would be doing the world a favour if I die alone and disappear, so I won't bother anyone ever again.