Some things we can’t run away from.
What is it that you miss? If you don’t mind me asking…
The ocean. I miss the way it smells and the freedom of it. What about you?
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@kelsey-fairclough
Some things we can’t run away from.
What is it that you miss? If you don’t mind me asking…
The ocean. I miss the way it smells and the freedom of it. What about you?
Actually, yes. Longing is a terrible feeling.Â
I thought I'd left it far behind.
All the time
But then I think, what if I had to die to have it?
Then you wouldn't be around to mourn over the loss of the things you gave up.
Do you ever just miss something so much that you feel you might die without it?
What is this?
Does it belong to you?
No. What does it even say?
What is this?
It is when there’s no one to write to or from
Well, they do say that there's a first time for everything.
What is this?
It appears to be a letter of some sort. Is that new concept for you?
I don’t wan’t anything—look, I’ve never said that all of that were bad. I just wish you would set aside how I talk—which is certainly, rude, forward, arrogant, but i don’t want to change back into whatever I was, don’t ask me to.Â
I'm not asking you to change or move mountains or do whatever the fuck huge task you think I'm putting on your shoulders. It's simple. Gods, get the fuck over yourself.
Oh, don’t be like that.Â
Kelsey! By the hells.Â
What? What do you want now?
When I have not treated you with respect? You asked me to call you  by your name, I did as such. You asked to stop teasing you, I decreased it. And, now you’re asking me to change the way that I speak because it doesn’t please you? Notice something here, since we’ve met I have asked you to change nothing. I accept you for your sharp tongue, your temper, and your ridicule, I take all of it with a smile and never once I howled at you with anger.Â
Forgive me, if I don’t shower you with sweet words as your other friends might. I don’t pretend to be anything else just because it’s convenient.
It really is no surprise that you’re all alone. Perhaps you’ll find loneliness more enjoyable than my company. Seeing as you have to make so many sacrifices just to put up with me.
You know for someone who enjoys mocking me, and sometimes, use such strong words, you’re very easily burned, did you know that? Unfortunately,my ego is the only thing I have left.Â
Burned? You think you've burned me? Let me make one thing quite clear. This is annoyance. You don't know me well enough to burn me or hurt me, and what you think you know about me, you've made up and fabricated to feed your own arrogance. It's pathetic. You have this idea in your head that I'm not capable of thinking or doing anything that doesn't have to do with you. You fucked me once. That doesn't make you special, and it doesn't make you matter any more than any other man I have or haven't been fucked by. If you can't give me a basic amount of respect and treat me as a human being with independent thoughts and an independent will and understand that you aren't everything I base my life on, then this friendship is going to die out faster than my patience with you has.
You tell me.Â
I wouldn't. That's the point. Everything doesn't revolve around you. If you can't accept that then I'll find it impossible to find any interest in speaking to you any longer. Your ego makes me want to have my fucking head taken off.
Imitating Gorre now, are we?
Why would I ever want to do that?
I have a soft heart, physical violence hurts my soul.
We both know that's a lie.
Aw, that hurts!Â
Oh, please. That did not hurt. Grow a pair.
No, but it was fun, for me.Â
Hey, I accept all your jokes, belittling with much pride.Â