Off-balanced and out of step all the damned time.
How did it get to that? It started out perfectly! How did it get to-- *sigh*
I just wanted to talk to him! Honestly. He didn't have to call me a fag. I'm no fag. He didn't have to compare me to Fawcet. I'll never be better than Fawcet... he's probably in love with stupid Fawcet. I don't know why he strings me along.
He never wants to fight back. He just lies there and gives me that look that makes me feel like I've hit him. He never fights back. It's like he doesn't find anything worth fighting back for.
What am I to him? Jesus, he's spun me around so much that I don't even know if I'm coming or going.
I fucking hate him. I love him, but I hate him so much.
The worst thing about this --the very worst thing-- is that he can confide to his friends. And I can't talk to anyone. No one at all.
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First years have five minutes to evacuate the common room before I go hex-happy. I'm in the mood to hurt something.
Three minutes now.
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Do you have a moment?