CASTLE.

You’re being so insane right now that I would rather scoop my own eyes out with a melon baller and shove scissors in my ears than continue to have this conversation. So, when you’re ready to have an adult, sane conversation, then I’ll be here. But don’t wait too late because I know how bitchy you get without my attention. 

Well, I don’t know what’s stopping you from doing that. There are no adults around for me to have an adult conversation with, just a pathetic spoiled brat that’s feeling sorry for himself and is in denial about what a shithead he is. When you’re ready to act like an adult and take responsibility for your own shit... well, actually, then I’d still tell you to drop dead. 

That’s cute, really cute. But I didn’t hear any complaints while we were together. Because I am the victim? You’re attacking me like a crazy bitch for no reason. Because it’s a low blow even for you. What the hell is your problem anyway? I screwed up once and you’re totally overreacting. It doesn’t matter how I got the job, it’s still my money. 

Aw, did that hurt your pathetic male ego? Now that is cute. You probably didn’t hear the complaints because you can’t deal with any form of critisism. Must be because of your abandonment issues. Haha, victim of what? Of finally being called out on your shit? If you really think I have no reason to do that then you’re only proving my point even more. The only person you care about is you. And sure, keep telling yourself that.

Sure I can. I just show them a picture of my ex and they instantly feel bad for me. If I want them to really feel bad for me, then I’ll be sure to bring them to your place first to see what I had to put up with for years. Really? You’re going there? Fuck you, Valerie. I used my own money to move out here, thank you.

Or maybe you could just flash them your dick, seems like a way more effective way to get a pity fuck. But sure, you do that. After all, playing the victim is the one thing you’re actually good at. Sure, why shouldn’t I go there? It doesn’t exactly count as your money, if you earned it through jobs that you only got because of daddy’s connections, dipshit.

Hard pass. If I decided to bring someone home, it’s bound to be a major mood killer. As long as I’m annoying you, then don’t expect me to leave anytime soon, babe. I know how cranky you can get if I don’t give you enough attention so, yeah, I am doing everyone a favor. 

Oh please, I doubt you’ll find another girl desperate enough to have sex with you, since even that dumb bitch Brooke avoids you. Everyone knows what a piece of trash you are, Grayson. It’s really no wonder that your shitty birth parents didn’t want you, or that your adoptive parents just gave you a bunch of money so you'd move out and they didn’t have to deal with your stupidity 24/7.

I’m seriously considering moving to the top floor so I don’t have to listen to anyone stomp their gigantic feet all day. I obviously need my beauty rest for my very important job. Oh, and welcome newbies. Don’t be loud, don’t be annoying, and watch out for the fake homeless guy.

I’m surprised you haven’t moved there yet, specifically moved in with your slut, considering your constant need for attention. Let me guess, she doesn’t want you either? Actually, not that surprised about that. Maybe you should just try to not be an annoying self absorbed asshole for once and do us all a favor and move out of the building entirely, dickhead.