You’re such a bitch.
Why are you over reacting?
You’re always so miserable.
Why does she freak out like that?
I’m beginning to make sense of it. Show some damn compassion. But I don’t know how. Can you please just show some sympathy?
You’re so cold hearted. Am I? Identity crisis. You’re wicked. Okay. I feel abandoned. How can anyone love someone they can so easily paint evil? Question everything, always. Trust no one. I’m such a bitch. I become the persona. I am evil. I am wicked. I play the part.
I love you deeply. I idolize you, please love me back. I hate you. You mean nothing to me. Identity crisis.
Everything is black and white, forget the gray area. I have no room for understanding. I’m just joking. It’s not funny. Learn to take a fucking joke. Identity crisis.