That narrowminded judgemental little fuck makes my blood boil. How can you say that I don't cry -- you know all the trauma and mental health problems I've been through. How can you say I don't like sharing things, when I've shared countless things with you. How can you say you don't believe that happened, when you asked me to recount it in the first place. How can you dispose of a human, say all these things, without asking, refusing to discuss, and believe you are right. Get out of my life, you are yesterday's spoiled piece of shit.