Stop talking

I don't care about the money.

If it pays well then great, if the pay's not amazing, then fine, I'll manage. I won't eat a chocolate pie every single day.

At least I'll be happy.

You're the one that taught me not to take a shit, long, tedious job even if it pays a lot. Even if all I'm trying to do is give my family a nice bouncy sofa.

I'll have bean bags.

You're the one that taught me to not take advice from other people.

Stop talking to me like you know everything in the world, because you don't. You don't at all. I'm the way that I am because I'm dodging the bullets that hit you.

Stop talking to me like I'm the one bleeding on the floor.

If I did what you told me, if I let you guide my hand all the time, then I'd have made the same plays as you. I'd be leaking my bodily fluids out of my stomach.

Just stop talking.