S thinks he can annoy me but he's mistaken. He derives pleasure from depressing people and right about now he thinks he's wiping his feet on the doormat which to him is my heart. He'll never know how wrong he is for I am cool calm and collected and above all peaceful. Infact I'm even surprised at myself how I'm handling the whole thing. Guess it's the conditioning I've been through. I've been hurt by selfish people so many times before and I can smell it from a mile off, so I can ignore it and move on with life. s to me is very petty and I've decided not to sweat the petty things.