I'm done. Every time I try to have a civil conversation with you, things never seem to go well. You always interrupt me and assume things before you hear the end of a statement, yet you believe it wrong for anyone to dare interrupt you when you speak. You speak down to me as though I'm a incompetent, petulant child, that has no understanding of when they are being insulted. You expect me to sit there and never say anything to defend myself or even explain away you're misunderstanding after you've dragged me through the metaphorical mud and/or have rubbed salt in my emotional wounds. When I only seek peace, civility and possible amenability, you turn it into another entrance for warfare and chaos. Nothing is solved. No one is help. Everyone is hurt and you have nobody to blame, but yourself. And still, you find others, such as myself to blame all the troubles in your life and all the problems of the world on. You say I am selfish, ill-mannered, disrespectful, dishonest, full of conceit, and many more less desirable things. For all the things you say I am, can you honestly inspect yourself and not see these things in your behavior, in your way of talking, your very presence. Is it so inconceivable that your problems may be your own doing, that your view of the world is tainted by your cynicism, that you have constantly missed opportunities to solve things because its so much easier to take it out on or blame others? Have I been mistaken in my thoughts that one must bear responsibility for their own actions, that one should not cast onto someone else what is their own burden? Still, I do not know the answer to these questions, as you have or have not formulated them in your own mind. Here I sit pondering if I should ask these questions aloud or remain silent. I find myself unable to ask you anything, for your behavior has proven that you believe at the very least, QUESTIONS are rude and therefore should not be asked. Now you speak to me as though this entire situation never took place, only to repeat again at a later date. Next year? Next month? Next week? Tomorrow? An hour from now? Half an hour form now? Within minutes? Seconds? I don't know. I just know this will not be the last time I will have these thoughts nor will it be the last time I come to this conclusion and have everything remain unanswered, unexplained and unsolved.