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"It's really easy for you to fall back on me, isn't it? I'm like a security blanket to you... I'm not sure how I feel about that."

I'm a bitch. I'M A BITCH. I'm a fucking bitch. Oh my God, I'm so sorry.

I texted Caitlin telling her 'Fuck you, and here's hoping all that you worked for doesn't fall apart.' Which clearly, isn't me hoping for that. And you know what, she fucking spent $500 on me because she never had international texting. WHAT AM I EVEN SUPPOSED TO DO. Oh my ( Read more... )

I'm a mess, a dark blot of rot and bitterness in her bright sitting room. She's seated opposite of me, calmly sipping tea and daintily setting it down ("pinkies down first, you see? so that it won't make an offensive noise"). She's usually so pristine, but now she hardly seems upset by the muck I'm dragging into her home, the slime oozing down the ( Read more... )