Then, if it's something serious, I'd probably feel really stupid, but happy for her. She deserves to be happy, and she's been through hell... If she can find someone to be happy with, I can't be mad at her. In fact, as much as it would hurt, I'd be happy for her to be happy.
Dude, I care about her more than you can imagine, and everything I've done toward her has been hurtful. She doesn't deserve that. She deserves better than that. I got raped, Clitty, and it's just been a fucked up downward spiral since then.
Okay, cool. I'm going to text Shane right now and tell him to go for it with her. Oh, you got raped and you were never going to fucking tell me? Fuck you, asshole.
No. I don't WANT her with someone else. I just don't want her to hurt anymore. I'm trying to get my shit together so I can be someone who can make her happy, because I don't want to fucking hurt her anymore. Yeah, I was going to tell you, I just didn't know how. It was the asshole whose part in the play Billy ended up getting.
Well, you don't give a fuck so it obviously doesn't matter what you want or don't want with her. Fuck you. Didn't know how. Don't give me that fucking crotch rot.
I do give a fuck. What the hell do you mean I don't give a fuck? That's bullshit. What was I supposed to do? You texted me to fuck that night... I was supposed to be like, "Nah, just got involuntarily fucked. I'll call you up later"? I can't even explain to you what was going through my head, dude. I was ashamed and I felt dirty... Like I did something to deserve it.
You've got no intentions of fighting for her. They didn't part badly, it was a family thing. If you're going to sit around with your finger up your ass, Shane may as well have the company. Fuck you. No seriously. Fuck you. I'm done.
Dude, I haven't given up on being with her, but I don't think the overwhelming urge to punch someone in the face for trying to be with her is going to get me very far. Even if I kind of do want to punch him in the face. Clint, I'm sorry, dude. I haven't known which was was up for weeks now, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
You punch him in the face, I'll suffocate you with your own sack and make you choke on it. Yeah, well, I'm not Dr Phil. Get a therapist. You'll talk more to them than you do me these days.
Wait... Is Reecy's ex a friend of yours? Or more than a friend? I know you're not Dr. Phil. I don't want to carry all this shit alone, dude. I've been trying to, but I don't think I can anymore.
We've been fucking. I fuck a lot of people. But his twin sister dropped dead six months ago so he doesn't need anyone's shit. I don't know what you want me to say. You wouldn't have said a fucking word if I didn't say anything. And that fucking shits me.
WTF? It's a fucking small world. And you're protective of him... Are you into him? I was going to tell you, Clitty. It took me a long time to even tell Lorenzo.
Not really. He's a celebrity in the city. I like fucking celebrities. Eh, I don't believe a word you're saying right now. Half the town probably knows before me.
Fair enough, I guess. But you don't have any kind of feelings for him aside from orgasm feelings? Not really, dude. It's not something you go chat to everybody about.
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