Everything should be fine, everything should be okay. Why ask? Why beg? I shouldn’t be merciful but I know I shouldn’t be an ingrate either. Why do I get mad when it’s supposed to be for the other people’s benefit? It’s not that I don’t want to. You just have to live with your means and I don’t see any effort on your end of doing so. I don’t want to be a slave anymore, neither do I want you to be the same.



