Sometimes you frustrate me so much that I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
Sometimes I feel that maybe I have had enough.
Then I eventually give in, although I am still so bloody angry at you.
And I don't even get a sorry.
After so many years, you should already know what kind of person I am.
I don't stay angry at people for long, but that doesn't mean I have forgotten about what happened just now.
I'm still waiting for your apology.