just fuck you.

fuck you.

i know i'm drunk, but fuck you. why do you THINK i walked you to your room? three fucking flights, not in my building.

i know you're sober and i'm not but please. it's the same all the time, you're a bitch. you're fucking scared and i can't deal with that. i don't understand fear. not at all.

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