Fly away.
Go away.
Get lost.
Scram.
Shoo.
I feel like grabbing you by the neck and strangling you. Die, won't you all?
I guess there's no such thing as simplicity. How can anything involved in MY life be complicated at all? I'm like, the worst person on the surface of the earth to handle complicated stuff. Well at least it's my priorities, right? I do what I want to. I mean, it's not like I'm ignoring my duties or something.
