As long as it gets you to where you want to go and back,
there should be no need to complain.
Unless your a stupid little spoiled brat and you want it no other way.
In that case, perhaps it's not your fault and your parents are to blame.
Giving you everything that you ever wanted when need was the obvious game to play.
Now look at you. your a fat slob with a credit card provided by fake tears of "don't you love me anymore?" you'd say.
But i know the truth. I know the real you. And your lies won't ever work with me. Because don't you understand? I'm not your friend and will never be. I'm your enemy. I want you dead. But not by my hands.
I want to watch you die very slowly and painfully and at the peak of unbearable agony I'd say......"I love you" just to cause you more pain.
Flashes of images and thoughts would enter your mind. All of this time you'd falsely realize that I'm your one true love. The one you'd want to be with and pass on a million kisses and even more hugs.
And at this critical moment where your blinking your last blink. And breathing your last breath I'd do it. I'd finally say......I'm ecstatic that your dying and I'll tell you my true name. Hello and goodbye. My name is death.