Unfair? Unfair! You claim my actions unfair. Are you even aware of the pain you toss around so readily. You excuse your vile temperament with past horrors as you allow your pain to drown you. I do not converse with you the way a friend should feel able to. All you allow me is pain and demand pity. You speak nothing but pain, and of your past fancies’ genitalia, as though it should gain you a status you do not deserve. My friend, no, my acquaintance, for a friend would love me in a way that you refrain from. You are not my friend, you never have been, but I have been yours and will pretend to be until I am no longer forced to share a building with you.