WHAT'S UP, BITCH

WYATT : whoever ignores this bomb ass selfie WYATT: your mom’s a hoe

❝ you know what energy. i’ve never seen someone so eloquently make suicidal quips in so many different ways. i think i’ve counted 85 so far. ❞ the time she’d spent invested in being forced to listen to his woes was honestly embarrassing, especially since her brain seemed to have enveloped so much of it as memory. reality would tell the male that wyatt wasn’t much better in the way of utilizing talent, but the ego that was ingrained in that pretty, pink head would cloud any judgement on herself. a thorough repulsion floods her, and wyatt takes the opportunity to move a stool closer at the bar, ❝ you’re LUCKY you clarified. i didn’t think you could get worse until i imagined you using your filth flat to pick me up. though. . i’ve done worse. the last girl i dated basically had a hoarder’s special for a home. ❞ a sardonic thumbs up greets his response, though she was slightly impressed, ❝ any development is some development. problematic fave. ❞

❝ THAT ------------------- ❞ a slender finger pulls into the air in her own defense, as if carson had just taken a hand to her. . hypocrisy was her forte in any case, ❝ ------ is not the point. ❞ it was in fact a brilliant point. for anyone that knew wyatt, the drivel she’d let out must have been rich. she was one of the most miserable around, especially hanging out here every day. ❝ who’s side are you on, carson? i’m doing this for your sanity. ❞

❝ if i MAY —– ❞ that’s simply courtesy, she’s going to interject with or without their permission, ❝ you need to stop feeling sorry for yourself. you’re in here everyday, wallowing about what could have been. if you applied half of that energy to actually doing something about it, you might not end up in this shitty bar every afternoon. ❞ wyatt, of course, only knows this because she herself is here every waking moment, but that’s because she’s on the road to alcoholism, not because she’s here looking for a little pity && a shoulder to cry on.