Its Justin Bitch!

It’s okay — I guess. Guess we can finally have some time without the cameras to figure things out, or something.

Yes, we can. 

I really wish you do.

I'm sorry, love. 

Not only time Justin. 

I understand. 

You know, I have that feeling where half of me believes you. Yet the other half, is scared.

Not sure how many times you want me or us to keep doing this…

Honestly, I don’t know what you want from me. You must really love to make me feel like shit.

Again?

I always have. 

It’s hard to believe after… What? — The fourth time?

So let me guess, this time you must be drunk. 

Don’t say that, you love your fans.

I seriously doubt that. Did the girl you had ready for tonight bailed on you? 

Yeah, I get you. They’re honestly low life’s and they’re assholes. I honestly hate them, sometimes I wonder how I’m famous. I hate the flashing lights and red carpets scare me.

Say it like you mean it. It’s not like we gotta act weird, right?