I find myself caring less and less about you. About what you think. Horrible person, not me, you. Always looking for a way to “catch” someone doing something, talking about something…just being. Please get out of my life, you’re miserable and it’s bringing us all down.
Living in the past. Rehashing 40+ year old wrongs. Nothing is going to make it right and you should have built that bridge years ago, burned it down, and then pissed on the ashes. Instead, living day to day, perpetual victim, perpetual bully. Get over yourself, and himself, and herself, and ourselves. Over everything and the day. The year. The life.
Your own universe of your own misery, you’re controlling the ship and steering us all into a black hole. Always around. Here and there. Guilt trips and bullshit.