Seriously s*cks. If you don't tell me what I did wrong, or that I'm annoying you, or that you hate me in general, how exactly am I supposed to know? Not a mind reader. Strap a pair on and tell me how you feel! I don't care how fragile and tired you are - if you're going to chew me out for a whole week's worth of pent-up aggression, at least do me the courtesy of being specific. Telling me that I s*ck is not particularly productive...
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