I don't know what fucking sick game you're trying to play kyle, but I'm tired of it. all I fucking did was ask you to scratch my back, while you were talking about something and then you decide to be a fucking bastard. 'I'm not going to say it now! It'll teach you not to interupt me!' Interupt you? I fucking asked you to scratch my back! You fucking blew it out of context as if I changed subjects, and then expect me to be 'taught' a lesson by you being a dick weed? Kyle you're leading me fucking closer and closer to breaking up with you, I swear to fucking god, I'm getting tired of it! I don't care if we've been together for over a year and a half, I don't care if you're 'in love' with me, or that you think that I'm the one for you. I'm obviously not the one, if you hate the fact that I dance in the car, sing out loud, eat with my fingers, and OBVIOUSLY FUCKING 'INTERUPT' YOU! I'm not the one for you, and It's pretty clear now for me to see that. The minute I break up with you, I'm never taking you back. End of-FUCKING-story.