No you're not.

No it didn't.

No you don't.

I can't handle that.

I can't deal with you right now.

You are ten years old.

I'm sure you're just exaggerating, she's not that mean.

You are sixteen years old.

Aren't you too old to throw a tantrum? Who cares what they said?

You are twenty years old.

If you really feel like this, then you need to be locked up in a psych ward.

You are twenty-seven years old.

At some point you have to learn how to control your emotions.

At some point you have to move on.

At some point you have to stop blaming me for your problems.

What do you expect me to do about it now?

Nothing.

I expect nothing.

Nothing but silence.

And then screaming.

Because I'm fine.

Nothing else but fine.

Because of you I'll never feel safe.

And I'll never be safe to feel.

Because if my feelings were too much for you...

Imagine how they feel in me.