I'm sick of getting the blame for everything. He disturb you, I get the blame. She can't get to use the toilet, I get the blame. He has to stop working, I get the blame. What's next? World war 4 and I get the blame? Ha. That's it. No more Ms nice. After all, I'm worth nothing in all of your eyes. So what should I do now? Die? Fine, let's drop dead now!

Yes, I've got a death wish. You have a problem?

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