I’m the type of person, that if you fuck up, and hurt me, I’ll pretend it didn’t happen just so you don’t have to suffer over it. But really, deep down, I don’t have respect for you. If I gave you a warning once and tell you why it bothers me so much, yet you did it again and again, I see the type of person you really are.
Imagine if I hit you
Imagine how fucking shitty it is
The one you love physically hurting you out of anger
Imagine what would’ve happened if you were in my shoes.