my conscience HATES you. like it’s so awful my thoughts portray you as a hypocritical, stubborn, over sensitive, uncompromising BITCH and nothin i do has any apparent affect. one day im going to accidentally snap at you and it will be AWFUL. i try to overcompensate being nice to you but now im worried you think i like you. honestly, thats probably a preferable stance. my sardonicism enjoys it far too much. you probably wonder why i think of myself so terribly, well one day you are bound to find out, and when that day comes, dont even try to reason, just leave, for both our sakes.