I can't say it out loud, it's not fair to you.

Why do they all eat my mind like a pack man??

Why can't you just leave me alone??? 

please, please, just leave, stop existing.

Querido señor Feudal:
Usted no contesto más y el arrepiento postmorten del sujeto refiere directamente al haberle contestado desde el inicio.
No confunda los comentarios del sujeto, porque "nada que ver".
Aunque el Sujeto se defiende ante sus asumciones y lo categoriza de egocéntrico. Le sugiero firmemente que no dude en dudar de sus  frases o textos exponencialmente cargados de información mentalmente codificada, para la protección del mismo sujeto.
En cuanto a este, justo ahora comenta (haciendo eco del docente al frente) que "el señor feudal no controla la tierra". (Aunque claramente se refiere a un hecho codificado). Ademas nuestro sujeto de estudio tiene una vaga tendencia a morderse los labios continuamente, como forma para expresar su molestia; provocando una sequedad en los mismos, dicho sea de paso.
Piensa en sus botas de animal print para la lluvia, que excusa como un regalo de su tía. Le seria más practico un cartón corrugado impermeable.

Mis mas estimados saludos y empanadas. Babilonia .

"I set fire to the rain 

and I threw us ...into the flames"

How do you tell the story if there is no story to tell?

What happened? It was my fault, wasn't it? I ruined it, I know. I knew what I was doing I did it anyway. I'm sorry, but it's too late now even if you think otherwise.

He had to talk to me. He had to say how much he miss me. What did he expect me to say? Honestly?
I don't react well to that kind of thing, He had to know.

And now I miss him,  How is that fair? He probably already forgot. Silly me, he played me, again.

He's so sweet, I never thought I'll fall for that.
I'm leaving him and he's telling me he needs me, and he's so fucking sweet.
He's a playboy,  he's liar. He's good.