hey you. yes, you. why are you talking to me? why are you talking to me AGAIN? every day, every morning, every single time i go online. it bothers me.
i know we're friends. quite good friends, yeah. but don't you think this is wrong? because every time you talk to me, i flinch inwardly. my dignity takes another bad blow. i want to yell at you. i want to scream, "what do you want?" but that's stupid. i know exactly what you want. and i know that you know i can give it to you if only you can make me say yes.