And eventually he would stop being the person you fell in love with, if you did to him what you did to yourself. Does he know that you would've been happy watching Vile drive him nuts?
Well apparently throwing shit out there sometimes makes you remember shit, so forgive me for throwing spaghetti at the wall, and someone told me you had mommy issues once.
Okay- next time you say something ominous clearly referring to something you've made yourself forget, I'm just going to shut the fuck up and not try and help you work out what the fuck you meant by it. [ She won't. ]
If my fortune cookie read "you have maladaptive social behaviors stemming from trauma," I would be slightly more concerned than I would be if it read "help, I'm trapped in a fortune cookie factory."
Wow, the dead girl has trauma, you're really digging into the hidden depths of my psyche here. I think you're meant to look at my daddy issues next, Dr Freud.
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[ A deep breath, while she tries to dismiss the image of him eating his own eyeballs had she kept the fucking contract. ]
I don't believe you.
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[... frowns.]
I don't know what that means.
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What about him.
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If you know grief, even briefly, then you know why I serve the dead.
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tw: suicidal ideation
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