"Success? Congratulations. That's a rare odyssey for you."
"It's not my fault she sucks."
"I'm sorry, you're just so easy to kill!"
"I don't think it's working out between you two. You should go back to just being friends."
Okay, okay. Stop. I'm not taking this. I don't understand why I've had these things catapulted at me within the last three days, but I really don't need it.
1) My self esteem is fairly fragile, despite the egotistical front I occasionally put on for people's entertainment.
2) My skills at computer games are irrelevant, because I actually have the ability to function outside of my own house, despite my paranoia. I have a life, thank you very much.
3) The condition of my relationship is mine and Stacey's business. Not yours. Personally, I'm comfortable with the pace we're going at, so bugger off.
4) If everyone around me is suddenly collaborating to make me insecure, you're succeeding. I just don't understand why.
So please, enough.