You picked up your old nasty habit.
You put me through hell, you put everyone through hell.
Then you stopped it and I was so happy to have a peaceful, happy life again.
But now you sneak around and constantly lie to me.
I can tell you're lying, and yet you still do it anyways.
How can you lie to me like that?
Am I not worth being told the truth?
You act like a complete fucking moron when you do it.
You're rude and hateful and obnoxious.
I hate you when you do it.
Is that the memory of you you want to leave behind if you leave?
You know, you're not the only one hurting, but that doesn't mean you should be self-indulgent.
You constantly tell me how you hate it and you promise you won't do it and then YOU DO IT.
You make me so fucking angry and anxious and depressed always.