It’s like, if you break up with me, why are you still talking to me? Stop talking! I’m not trying to hold on to these feelings. Especially for someone who slowly walked away from me. I don’t get downgraded to friend. You can’t have it both ways. You’re dead to me.
This morning, I woke up from a similar dream in which I was playing ping-pong with a scorpion. I forfeited because I didn’t want to die.
You can keep your poison to yourself.