But tonight, I sat down & had an awful conversation with you and my emotions were running rampant & I thought to myself (& also outloud), "this is what dying feels like."
& then it was done.
& I still don't feel emotionally satisfied by all of it. The immature, petty, rude girl inside of me is prodding me. & since I almost cried at the bar when the dj played radiohead's "creep," I must oblige her.
Your mom is xenophobic & you are an enabler.
That thing you do during sex is weird and selfish.
In conclusion, kindly go fuck yourself.
*after a day, I realized that was really fucking mean & not necessarily true & shallow & horrible & I'm sure she's amazing. So I take that back.