If you whine like dog you just sound like a bitch

I am hitting the end of my rope at a rapidly increasing rate, the burn in my hands and my skin becoming unbearable.
There’s no reprieve. 
You whine like a broken toy, inching me towards insanity, an edge I’m ready to jump from.
Give me back my home.
I’ve met your pre-successors and you’re interchangeable. Sorry I’m not sorry.

End of rant.