Sure, he didn’t have to fuck me… In his office. With the door unlocked. But still, I came onto him. And I did it for no other reasons than to sate my infinite, unwavering boredom, to get a rise out of my shithead parents, and play the part of exactly who the hell I am; who they all expect me to be at this point. A willful worshipper of chaos. An American Psycho, if Patrick Bateman was just pretending to give a shit about his lavish lifestyle and stupid fucking business cards.
