I sure do know how to throw a tantrum! A football, no. A party, sometimes. A fight for which I have money on the other guy, definitely. But a tantrum? I can throw a tantrum as if I trusted it to the ends of the Earth.
And… you know, would still say that I wouldn’t trust it as far- listen, I don’t need to explain myself here. Just let it go.
That’s it, I’m locking myself in my room and I’m NEVER COMING OUT.