“Are you sorry, Jack? We play these stupid games day after fucking day. And that’s only the days you can bear to be in the same room as me! Half the time when I enter a space, you stop speaking and leave. Do you know how that feels? “I’m sick of it. We aren’t friends. Your drink parade solidified the fact that you truly dislike me, and it hurt like hell. How can I ever believe anything you say is real when all we do is treat each other like shit? I know I’m as guilty as you are, trust me, but I’m done playing games.
I’m glad this was said, but I wasn’t expecting it this soon
