I'm fucking sick of conversing with you, dude. You decided you got to shit down my neck for giving someone else kindly advice because it didn't suit your personal situation to a T And you do this all the fucking time, and nothing will make you stop. There's nothing honest about anything you do, there's nothing genuine about any emotion you have, I've done this a fucking half.dozen.times and nothing ever fucking changes. And I mean, congratulations? You fucking won? your bitter-ass vision for the Internet is the predominant one now- performative butt-hurt is absolutely the coin of the realm and you're a fuckin' pro so go off, I guess. But sweet holy jesus I don't even see how you can pretend that I wanna hear any more of your thoughts. I've taken your psychic blasts more than anybody else and I've come back smiling every time and I'm fuckin' over it. Whatever new names you choose, whatever new approaches you wanna try, try 'em on someone else.