i see you as another god;

"games are special.... because we... have stories to tell..."

imagine being ruben and everybody hates you right? everybody thinks you're a good for nothing piece of shit who should have stayed in jail and all you do is get into trouble and make your mum's life worse and make everyone's life worse because you're nothing nothing nothing

you love me, don't you? what? you love me? where is this going? just answer the question. well, of course i do. you're my, uh-- no. no caveats. stick with the emotion. where do you feel it? hmm? your love for me. where do you feel it? is it here? listen, ruben, i am not sure what this is all about. just answer the question. i suppose love is most felt in the heart, right? no, fuck that fucking mug response. answer as you. i want to know where niall kennedy feels it. i feel it everywhere. everywhere? yeah, it sort of runs through me in a way. describe it. i can't! i can't describe it! yes, you fucking can! mr. fucking poet laureate, or whatever the fuck it is you've won, your job is putting shit into words. so come on. spell it out for me. clearly. in a way i can understand. it's like... dangerous. oh, yeah? it is the best and the worst thing all at once. it's like the only thing. it's the only thing i've ever felt. it's like i'm fucking... high off of you or something. chemically dependent. i don't know.

Thanks for sexualizing peoples trauma fuckhead