I don't know why you have to be so difficult on a weak soul that has shown you multiple times she can't take the shit you give her. I don't understand why you insist on pushing me beyond my limits; there's a reason why it's called a limit.
The worst possible thing you can do to me is feel pity, and quite frankly it takes me a while to recover from your pity insults. I really need to be more private with my things, even if it means turning into a two-faced bitch to hide my shit. I'm telling you in advanced: it's not ASB that changed me, people, it' s you.