Weary have I grown of the exhausting, Sisyphean task of dealing with you. Countless hours wasted taking you from place to place in your never-ending quest for betterment - and you - never ever learning to take care of yourself. Me - always folding to your whims when your relentless need grows too strong and no person but myself can satisfy you. I wish you would just hang yourself and put us both out of our misery.

< Author note - this is sadly about doing laundry all day :)>