"I'm sorry" Part Two

You know what? I take my apology back. You don't deserve it. You know why? This is your fault. You knew all along. You swine. This is all a big game to you. Hmph. I don't know why I'm even playing. I'm sure there's some fancy-schmancy Freudian explanation for my borderline psychotic behaviour, but I just don't want to see it right now. Until I decide to say "fuck off" to you, it's your fault.