When will you step out of your delusion and enter reality?
I'll come out of mine when you come out of yours.

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@themeganhebes
When will you step out of your delusion and enter reality?
I'll come out of mine when you come out of yours.
Except you don’t.
Except I do.
Shut it. I don’t like being called stupid is all. I guess it doesn’t bother you, though. Once you hear something enough, you know it’s the truth.
Considering I hear it about you all the time? Definitely.
I'm not going to confirm or deny; plausible deniability, you know.
Because my dad’s successful.
And their dad's a politician and owner of the only marina here. I don't even really talk to the Tritons and even I know that.
I knew it was only you. And maybe a few of those annoying Tritons. But I know they’re just jealous.
Just remember, for every person who says they don't like you, there's probably three that don't say anything. Why would the Tritons be jealous of you?
Sorry; not a snitch. But more people than you could imagine.
Who else thinks it, then? Because I know that not everyone does.
More people than you'd think.
But it’s so fun to bother you. And I don’t really care what someone like you thinks of me.
I can promise you, I'm not the only one that thinks it. I'm just one of the only ones who will say it to your face.
Nah. I just don’t like you. That doesn’t make me a bad person. That just means I have good taste.
Then if you don't like me? Stop talking to me. Because it makes you look like an immature prick for just beating this dead horse into the ground.
That’s not fair. I’m not that bad.
Yes. Yes you are.
Why? Is my presence too amazing for your lesser one to handle?
No. Because you're an asshole and I don't want to be around you.
Aw, why do always have to be such a downer? I was having fun.
Good for you. I'm leaving.
You are the bad guy. You bring everything I say on yourself. I don’t see how I’m to blame.
I'm done. I don't want to hear it and I don't want to see you. Ever. I'm just done.
You constantly need to remind me of how much better you are than me, you said you wished someone had hit me with their car, you said you're my superior, you've made countless comments about how I'm dumb and less than you and somehow, you seem to make me look like the bad guy and I don't want to be around that kind of energy.
What did I ever do to you?
Do you want a list? Really?
Do you doubt my greatness?
All the time.