You don't know me.
I'm doing what I want to do, and I'm fucking proud of it. I've been taking action myself. But you, nope, that's totally out of the question, isn't it? You have to fucking make it better because it won't be handed to you. So just keep doing what you do best: taking out all your anger on me, because we both know that I'll deal with it, forgive you, and we'll pretend like every thing is perfectlyfuckingfine.
Jees, I'm a fucking bitter person.