What the hell was that all about? You make no fucking sense. You know what? You can fucking keep all the rest of my stuff. It made zero sense to come dropping by here to give me only part of what is mine that is still at your house (and you know there's more). You could have fixed this a long time ago. I tried to explain it to you and you didn't listen. My words are obviously wasted on you. You can take yourself and your illogical thinking so fucking far away from me. I've had it with your games, your immaturity, your childish behavior, and your pity trips.