you don’t think i’m nice, tim and you talk to me like i’m stupid
[ during the games, after, now. ]
i’m probably not a good person the way you are i guess so you can have that win but i don’t like the way you talk about hawk like he’s a shitty one even being hung up on you or having a spouse or whatever else wouldn’t make him that way
so i’ll delete the picture and you can quit pretending to give a shit about me deal?
Fine. I think you look for things to take the wrong way and get offended by. We met when I was looking at my best friend's corpse and my lover of six years trying to destroy himself and me, and that made me too impatient to explain myself to a stranger. Maybe there's no coming back from that. That's alright.
You don't know him. I've been tortured every month until I bleed out and die and it doesn't hurt me half as much as he has. It doesn't make me any less his, or him any less mine.
The warning was for your sake. If you didn't believe me because you didn't like my tone, then I'm sorry.
[ there it is again. the idea that certain people’s hurts matter more or less than others. you can be hurt by hawk, but i can’t be hurt by you. sensitive, overemotional. a poor candidate for the trial, typed with cold accuracy into the file that would name him deceased.
are you a liar? is that why hawk likes you?
probably not. just — a screw-up. a stop-gap. the kind of person people fuck when they’re thinking about someone better. bullet-proof and still thin-skinned.
he deletes the picture and the messages both, so he doesn’t revisit the latter in the night. it won’t make a difference. ]
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oh
i get it now
you’re jealous
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young
brown haired
sad eyed
guy
who isn’t you?
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and you talk to me like i’m stupid
[ during the games, after, now. ]
i’m probably not a good person the way you are i guess
so you can have that win
but i don’t like the way you talk about hawk like he’s a shitty one
even being hung up on you or having a spouse or whatever else wouldn’t make him that way
so
i’ll delete the picture
and you can quit pretending to give a shit about me
deal?
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You don't know him. I've been tortured every month until I bleed out and die and it doesn't hurt me half as much as he has. It doesn't make me any less his, or him any less mine.
The warning was for your sake. If you didn't believe me because you didn't like my tone, then I'm sorry.
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okay
cool
1. i think you made up an insane scenario in your head where i’m trying to steal your guy
and now you’re like
gaslighting me
2. i don’t believe you
3. you should talk to him, not me, if you have a problem with my existence
4. have a nice life, asshole
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1. no I didn't, I blame Hawk, which I said already, see "you look for things to take the wrong way and get offended by"
As for the rest, Merry Christmas.
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[ there it is again. the idea that certain people’s hurts matter more or less than others. you can be hurt by hawk, but i can’t be hurt by you. sensitive, overemotional. a poor candidate for the trial, typed with cold accuracy into the file that would name him deceased.
are you a liar? is that why hawk likes you?
probably not. just — a screw-up. a stop-gap. the kind of person people fuck when they’re thinking about someone better. bullet-proof and still thin-skinned.
he deletes the picture and the messages both, so he doesn’t revisit the latter in the night. it won’t make a difference. ]