When you ask me, “What’s wrong?” and I respond with, “Nothing,” it kind of means that nothing is wrong. Or nothing important enough to bother anyone with. But instead you take it as me giving you attitude, me being the evil little bitch you hate me to be. You try to present yourself to be some great man, but I know of the ugliness that exists within you. I’m not perfect and I have my off days, but if something was bothering with me, I would be a bigger man than you ever were and actually say something about it. I’m not some passive aggressive asshole and perhaps you’re right, I don’t respect you. Why the fuck should I?