“Back off, your breath smells off 300 day old eggs like sulphur... you interupt my space make me feel small and useless. I tell you time and again to go away cuz I dont want to see your face again.. gives me pain but you keep coming back... you were irrestible like alchohol but betrays the giver taking life before the bat can swing its final shot... and sometimes I'm lying there.. what do I do? ask you for advice and all you say is OK. tell me more.. I need you.”
