Here you come again, telling me how you need to give me up and get a life. As if that's ever going to happen. Every time you tell me this you realize how much you fail at life and come crawling back to me. What's the longest you've lasted, a few days? Fuck your loser life and your pathetic attempts to improve your situation. There's no escaping what you really are for me and you'll give up all thoughts of resistance from now on.