“The more you talk, the less I see why she gave enough of a f**k about you to take care of you all f*****g afternoon. I thought I was f****d up but you’re really starting to show me how much worse I could actually be. You’re just sad and pathetic. You want to go around screaming and claiming to everyone that she’s all you care about, all you think about, but you weren’t thinking about her in that bedroom. And this isn’t the first time. You’re selfish and stupid. And don’t bring my goddamn s*x life into it when you can only make half-assed assumptions. Besides that, I’m not the one claiming to be in love with her.”
“Think what you want. Whatever helps you sleep at night and makes you feel better about your shitty, demented self. I’ve loved her since I was five years old. We’re meant to be
