I can see it now. He’s fuming. He really wants to yell at me. I’m sitting at the computer and typing. He’s trying to sleep in the living room (what’s wrong with his bedroom?). I’m “typing to loudly.” So, he hates me for it. Oh, you laugh, but I jest you not. And I, the indifferent one, shrug at his immature fury.


Do you wonder how people can care so little about love? How can you “fuck a girl’s brains out” and walk out on her the next morning? How indecent. What is this world that I live in?

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