You know that title, the Mocked One? I’m done with it. It’s gone.

You know that universal law that says it’s okay to mock me? I’m done with it. It’s gone.

You know that idea that I’m ineffectual? I’m done with it. It’s gone.

You know that need that you have to mock me, push me, point out that I’m not in control of my surroundings, when it’s absolutely CLEAR that you’ve crossed all my lines? I’m done with it. It’s gone.

Push me about it, and you’re gone. Plain and simple. Removed from my life. Deleted. Erased. Mud in my boots.

If you’d like to whine about not noticing that you’ve crossed the line, take that dick out of your eye and watch my reactions like you would anyone worth respecting.