> You don't even fit into my clothes and they already look better on you. Fuck you, Marco. Nobody gives you an ear-load of crap about borrowing but when I do, ONE TIME, by literal ACCIDENT, everyone parades around calling me Mrs. Bodt for the day. Fuck you. I hate you so much. > I don't hate you. I like you, surprisingly. When did you get so close to me? I mean physically. You're crushing my ribs. You're so lucky I don't hate you. > You don't even ask me before taking a bite of my food anymore. I'm uncomfortable that you've established this level of trust. You're the shittiest person I've ever met. > I'm joking. I'm joking. It's not like karma's gonna smite me for having a sarcastic train of thou- dude, why're you looking at me like that? Can you read my mind? Blink three times if you can read my mind. > Alright, man. You were doing that staring thing completely out of your own free will, and you can't read minds. Why did I legitimately think you could read minds? That was stupid. I'm glad you can't. I think I just opened a paradox there. > Don't ever let me say goodbye to you. I don't think I could. I mean, I'd be pissed off as hell for you getting away with martyr status before me, but definitely more bummed out that you left me alone with these dickholes. Stupid shit, you're my sanity. I dunno. You probably know I'm not asleep.