I... do not feel okay.

Haha. I am stubborn. Probably going to end up in hell.

Pretty bitter too.

Happy Fathers Day. If you say so.

I need you to tell me something. Anything.

*want.

Haha am I not going to have anything? HAHA. Or am I just being greedy now?

Flowing through my veins. Dirty. Deprave.

There's nothing I can bring or offer to you... So why? What can you redeem in me that would bring you glory?

Why? Are you still with me?

Aren't you just sick of me yet?

Tell me something. Anything.

Or am I too stubborn to even open my ears?

Probably.