To Kit:

I try looking after you and worrying about you. I don’t want anything to happen to you.

But if you’re just going to disregard everything I say and go ahead and do whatever you want, and you get hurt, what am I to do? Because I’ll still worry and be sad for you when it happens, but I’m just so tired of cleaning up the mess which I tried to prevent in the first place.

So you keep asking me if I’m angry, and yes I’m fucking angry. You ask me what you can do to make me not angry, but it’s pretty obvious that whatever that is, you won’t do it. So why bother?