I dare you.
I’ve always hated the litany of pleas whether playfully or seriously. Not dislike but actual hate. It agitates my solemnity. It takes advantage of my kindness. There’s a fine line between cute and straight up annoying. I’m sorry to lay it bare but I hold a very shrewd ideology for childishness. Don’t you dare try to be cute with me, I have a short temper to deal with cute. When I say I want go, don’t try and stop me. I’m not making a dramatic exit, just leave me be before I dislike you along with your childish actions. I’ve given you many chances to waste my time with your pout faces, your baby wining, and other bullshit. You do not do it in public but since I saw you in that light, that’s the only light I’ll ever see you in. You’re on the edge kid.
When I say you are annoying, take it to heart because that is short for me saying I wanna leave. Move out of my way or get push out of my life. Deal with my arrogance, my temper, and my shrewd perception for everything and we will get along. You won’t ever see this side of me, trust me you won’t. It’s too scary. With that said, take this as my warning: Silence is golden so do not dare try to degrade it to copper.
