You're a goddamn piece of shit for not caring about your so-called best friend.
You're a goddamn piece of shit for talking more to his girlfriend than him.
You're a goddamn piece of shit for being dense to the first two facts for a fucking long time.
You're a goddamn piece of shit for being relatively cheery because of it.
You're a goddamn piece of shit for not grasping that he, as strong as his body is, can actually have a heart that can actually get heart.
You're a goddamn piece of shit for not caring.
Once upon a time, you and the gang went to a sit-down-and-order restaurant because his girlfriend was going to treat everybody. Hours of merriment later, you beg the gang to go out for Rock Band. So you do. It's just supposed to be for half an hour, because one has shit to do, and your mom wants you to start heading home. It lasts for an hour, mostly because of you, partly because your friends let you. You all head out. Time to go home. Friend asks you to take him home with your car. You refuse kindly (or so you think it's kind) saying that it's really time for you to get going. Friend argues that you already spent half an hour beyond your time; why don't you take him home? You kindly refuse once more (refer to previous phrase in parenthesis) and kindly offer him money for a cab. He says screw you and heads a taxi but not before flipping you off. You speed off into the night, pumping your anger into the pedal and actually reaching a hundred kilometers per hour. And then you exclaim really, really loudly, "SHIT!" before slamming your fists strongly into the steering wheel.
The present. You're a goddamn piece of shit.
You're a goddamn piece of shit for talking more to his girlfriend than him.
You're a goddamn piece of shit for being dense to the first two facts for a fucking long time.
You're a goddamn piece of shit for being relatively cheery because of it.
You're a goddamn piece of shit for not grasping that he, as strong as his body is, can actually have a heart that can actually get heart.
You're a goddamn piece of shit for not caring.
Once upon a time, you and the gang went to a sit-down-and-order restaurant because his girlfriend was going to treat everybody. Hours of merriment later, you beg the gang to go out for Rock Band. So you do. It's just supposed to be for half an hour, because one has shit to do, and your mom wants you to start heading home. It lasts for an hour, mostly because of you, partly because your friends let you. You all head out. Time to go home. Friend asks you to take him home with your car. You refuse kindly (or so you think it's kind) saying that it's really time for you to get going. Friend argues that you already spent half an hour beyond your time; why don't you take him home? You kindly refuse once more (refer to previous phrase in parenthesis) and kindly offer him money for a cab. He says screw you and heads a taxi but not before flipping you off. You speed off into the night, pumping your anger into the pedal and actually reaching a hundred kilometers per hour. And then you exclaim really, really loudly, "SHIT!" before slamming your fists strongly into the steering wheel.
The present. You're a goddamn piece of shit.
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