#sailorguns

Uuuuuugh... 

(She’s still nusing a potential hangover from partying way too hard. What the hell happened, last night?)

"Best guess is that I was doing a lot of heavy lifting this month."

They broke up, a month and three days into the first semester. You wanna know how I know the time? ‘Cause we were in the same dorm, I’m just leaving, I lock the door behind me to get to class and she came out at the same time, she’s a total mess. And I tried to help her out a little, nobody takes attendance so who cares if we’re late and c’mon, it’s philosophy. It’s not the end of the world. I tried, but I didn’t really talk to her a whole lot so it’s hard to get a read on her, but she appreciated it since the other girl I was talking about, Shana, she left earlier in the morning. So we get into class, we’re about 10 minutes late, it’s not the biggest deal. We get to the discussion, and she blurts out--

Ein ya little nasty, we both know how this is gonna go. You’re gonna eat too much, again, you’re gonna make yourself sick, again, and you know who has to clean it up? It’s not you, not with those feet. You’ve got no thumbs. We already went to Mercury for help, we both know you’re not sick. You’re not anxious, you’re a nasty boy.