The idea of it is already killing me. I can't be more deeply unhappy with what I have to do. I'm goin' to have to shoot you, and you are goin' to fade away into obscurity. Goodbye.

 Man, I just want to leave this country till this whole debacle is over and I can escape this quandary. Or I'm just going to take the plunge, because (1) I'm just shameless that way (2) I'm fucking superficial (3) I hate half-baked mediocre things (4) I hate you.

Dear God, almost everyday I wish you would snuff out my life. I've been waiting for seven years. I'm not even depressed, man. I'm just not particularly invested or interested, y'know what I mean?

Pick the option you think is the most correct:

(a) Everything's moving too fast
(b) You are moving too slowly
(c) Things are slipping away
(d) You are weak, you cannot catch up
(e) All of the above.

(e).

 
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Stub it out.

Falling out of love with all three, I mean, two of you. For the third, I think you realise it's just a game to me, as it is to you. Stasis like the reminiscence of us together - honey, it doesn't work that way for me, not here, not now. Right here, right now, you're either in or out, but since you've pledged otherwise, let's have fun with this ( Read more... )

 Wait, I don't get it. Are we even having a fucking argument? Is this what boys and girls do in their spare fucking time? Sorry, I just can't deal. Instead of using the time that we can finally have together in some goddamn stupid space, we're trying to deconstruct fucking line of arguments and reactions. With me, with you, it is a power struggle, ( Read more... )