I couldn’t care less, seriously.
Dear friends,
Look, if anyone of you doesn’t like the idea of me asking you questions, kindly tell me so and I can guarantee no questions will ever pop out from me, to you again. Because retarded replies such as lying or telling me that I’m a busybody for asking such questions pisses me off bad, very bad — you have no idea. And once it happened, it’ll turn into a situation more foul than you would have just told me to stop probing already, in the first place.
Truth be told, if you think you’re some sort of gems that I am dying to care for, then let me tell you the cold hard truth: I couldn’t care less about you, nor your problems. Your problem is the least of my concern and honestly, my survival is best without them. The only reason why I’m asking is because I care enough to do so, in hopes of lightening your burdens or sharing your problems. If in the event that you can’t appreciate this very kind gesture and decide to be ungrateful by replying those shits I hate, then you just lost a friend someone who cares enough to be concerned by your general well-being. And then I won’t care anymore again; there’s no turning back, I’m afraid to say. But I don’t think you’ll mind.
And I hope you’re happy losing this person as there’ll be someone lesser to give you attentions, thus lesser irritations. Now it’s a win-win situation, I have one less person to occupy my (precious albeit free) time, and you have one less irritatant.
Thank you.
Signing off,
draco