You fuckers aren’t here for me when I need someone, but the expectation that I be there when you do is gross. Guess we know who the better person is though.

I could use someone in my corner, because doing all this alone is hell. “Well, just stop doing it then!” Why, so you fuckers can talk shit about me? That’s not how this is gonna work. I’ll just keep handling it as best I can, because I’m the only one who will.