Everything you say has a ripple effect starting with me. I act indifferent, indignant, vaguely happy. I answer the same questions in the same way. How else am I going to answer a question like, "How's the apartment?" It stops mattering after I get back to reality, where you don't live.
You never cease to say the most unbelievable things. People actually take medication so they won't talk that way. Meanwhile, I take a plastic puff to breath and its the wrong route according to you. When I deal with you, I act like a child with no control, as a mirror to you and only you. I wish I didn't care, I wish I... but I always do. You don't even let me answer you without butting in with your view askew.
You will never change, but I will still try and fix you. Honestly, I'm aware that I'm the fool, but I, unlike you, can still move. . .
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