Arguments...

...Suck.

I thought that hell was over.  But I think I'm catching the residual backlash of what I have created.  A monster so poignantly resentful it will rear its head even at the slightest hint of an opposition.  A defense so tightly coiled it bars common sense and dignity, throws them to the winds in favor of barbs and taunts and, Dis forbid, the lowest blow -- You haven't changed at all.

I'm shivering, and crying.  I really thought I'd gotten over this shit.  And it's all my fucking fault...