You don't love me. You say you do, but we both kow you don't. You are unable to love me with my defects and my differences. You prefer you fucking little whore, that stupid poney with false diamond on her tooth. You prefer her lack of culture, her capacity to laugh about anything that's stupid, you prefer her alcoholism. It's okay, I'd get it, I'd semi accept itand I'd decided to take distances towards you, towards her and principaly towards us. But you can't, you have no fucking right to hold it against me. You have no rights to say me I'm not that nice with you. I'm not mean, you are mean making girls expecting love from you that you'll never give their. You are mean to want drive my life as if I was your pet. I'm not a muppet. I have feelings and you knew I have limits. You've choose. Now assume.
