You helped me home then you continuously feel the need to kick me while I'm down and shame me for my mistake, using what I hold most dear to twist the knife in me.
What fucking game are you playing?
I can only take so much abuse before I lash out in righteous anger.
You seem to derive pleasure from the fact that I made a fool of myself and caused her sadness.
You made your point, time will tell if I learned my lesson, so now fucking drop it.
Lâche la colère, t'as rien à prouveeeeer. C'pas une compétition. Tention avec l'envie de "paraitre fort" ou de compétitionner, ça pourrait parraitre comme un manque de confiance en soi ou un manque de controle devant elle. :p
