You are as fucking unbalanced as your mother. Shapeshifting to fit any situation. You can lie in your bed of roses, but I know men like you. On top of the world. Always with 'the one'. Until you end up twisted and bitter and lonely. And after pulling stunts like last night in the real world, you'll end up with the fuck beaten out of you that you so desperately deserve. And needless to say, it's been a long time coming, don't you think?
Wanna know why you always said, 'I always thought Chinnick was alright'? Because you are a fucked up CUNT, just like him.
And do you know what the best part of all of this is? I don't have to sit and wonder how my friend is anymore. Because you are not my friend. You are some fuck that I don't have to assosiate myself with anymore! And that feels fantastic.
I send you my pity.
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