tortured poet

“Been distracted lately. Your new boyfriend is gonna make you fall behind.” “Jealous?” “That you’re gonna fuck up your grades for some below average sex? Yeah, I’m foaming at the mouth.”

“How can a single person be so incredibly irritating?” “I’d like to know the same thing.”

“How is your handwritting this shitty?” “Not everyone cares more about aesthetics than the actual meaning of the words.” “I was called because the prof thought you wrote in a different alphabet!”

“It’s like arguing with a wall!” “Same level of intelligence, yeah.”

“Must you always make it a competition?” “Funny how you only take issue with it when I am the one winning.”

“Poor thing. To work so hard only to be beaten by me every time.”

“This is childish. Come on, say something nice about [rival].” “Well, I guess their passion for knowledge is a quality that some might say is somewhat respectable.” “… Wow.”

“Ever wonder what we could achieve if we worked together?”

“Want me to proofread it?” “What, so you can steal my intellectual property?” “The only thing I’m gonna steal are the insomnia induces typos, you weirdo.”

“You look tired.” “And you care why?” “I don’t, I just like pointing out your flaws.”

“You write poetry?” “What? Where did you get that?! Don’t read that, it’s not good!” “It’s not… You’re willing to admit that something you did is—” “Fuck off! This is personal and none of your business! It’s nothing we are ever gonna compete in, it’s private!” “Sorry…”