Stop finding fault with me.

There is sucha thing as going over-the-bloody-limit.
Dont make me cross the other side of the bridge.
Lemme assure you, it aint gonna be pretty.
Trust me on this.

Oh. One more thing.
Do I look like I care?
Do I have to care?
I wouldnt care. I couldnt care. I shouldnt care.
AM NOT CARING ABOUT IT.
So sue me if I start to.

I am as not desperate as you are pathetic.

Laterr.
-Love, Kae.