I don't understand why I ever even bothered trying to be nice to you.
It just makes it all the worse when you fucking do stupid, hurtful things.
You think I can't tell the way you fished around for a reason to insult me?
You think I don't know that you find satisfaction in it?
You think I don't know why?
Eighteen months, seven days and I have every reason and every method of getting out of here.


















