I don't think I can sit through another quiet meal, with awkward silences, and rude sarcastic remarks coming from one mouth.
How much longer do I have to live through this agony?
How much longer are you going to live dysfunctional?
I am tired, and I beg you to stop.
If you have an urge to speak your smartass remarks, please, spare us and keep it to yourself.
My head is about to burst.
And the sad thing is, you will probably never read this.
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