Your parading around my facts because you know they’re exactly your fault.
You have no answer because you know just what I’m saying, and you know that I’m right.
But still, you continue swearing and cursing and trying to find your way, simply because you have to be right and you can’t be criticized and god forbid you cannot end a conversation without feeling like you won.
That’s who you are. And I’m a fool who still hasn’t learned to accept it, and still tries to approach you with logic, kindness and hope.