I can’t deal.
I can’t deal with the drama.
I can’t deal with the disappointment.
I can’t deal with the endless discussions in which we keep discussing the same thing.
What are you willing to do?
I can’t deal with the doubts.
I can’t deal with the distraction.
I can’t deal with the strange new direction you seem to be taking us.
What are you going to do?
Your nonchalance is nauseating.
Your disregard is disrespectful.
Your apathy antagonises me.
What are you expecting me to do?
Nothing.
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