Can we talk? No way in hell. What is there to talk about? Nothing. Or maybe something. Like how you piss me off. Want to talk about that? Didn’t think so. Give me some space right now. That’s what I need. It’s not what you did, because really, what DON’T you do? It’s just you. I’m getting sick and tired of this bullshit. And before I snap and go any further with this, just back the fuck off and let me breathe. I love you, yeah, but I mean, shit. You intentionally piss me off. You like fighting with me. I don’t want to fight anymore. Why can’t we be happy. We never can be. It’s always some new bullshit with us. So take a step back and let me take time to think.