You're not perfect. You won't sit here and dissect what I said that you want addressed to me. Yet, you pester me still. I was just mad, I wasn't "doing" anything. I don't like getting mad. Well, I would, but people get mad back. I dunno, if I were mad that means there's something specific in my life I'm doing wrong, unless I'm being hurt in some way.
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