He asked me to be his friend, I said no, I told him why I was polite and nice when I said he makes me feel sick and like hanging myself is a sweet escape, I asked him not to talk to me again because it hurts but he did any way.
There are others that do the same. They walk all over you and break you, then expect you to let them do it again.
I think I might write a rule book for my life, so people can see the things that set off the ocd, the things that make me cry, the things that make me angry and they can avoid them. They don't have to but it would make life simple.
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