I mean, you appear so so rarely, and, to make matters worse, not when I need you to be around. You're near me just 'after', not 'while', not 'before', just... 'after'. And there's nothing I can do anymore. Advice has no role in such moments. It's useless.
And I got bored to write novels, just because you missed the first part, but also the second, and so on.
It sucks, and no. I'm not sorry for stopping a thing that sucks from being so lame.
