her. *writers note*

𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.
𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.
𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩-
𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.
𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

"Often my friends will sometimes refer to me as "her"
They will make it seem like their is two verisons of me.
One that was bubbly, kind, funny, outgoing, and admirable.
And one that was cold, analytical, detached, and unpleasant.
They spoke of the two interchangably.
Asking me to get rid of "her""

𝐔𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥/𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧.
𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐀𝐓.
𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐭.
𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜.

"Her doesn't exist to me.
I couldn't understand what they meant when they spoke of "her"
The part of me that they didn't like
They tried to cognitively get rid off.
But me and her are one of the same"

𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.
𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.
𝐔𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 -
𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝.
𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

"We have the same name, face, and brain.
The other's treat it like it's something I showcase
A mind on display to pinpoint and disect
But really it's just me."

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲.
𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 "𝐡𝐞𝐫" 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨.
"𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 "𝐡𝐞𝐫" 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮?"
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 "𝐨𝐧" 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.

"Why must I pretend not to be smart?
Why would other's perfer to believe that I am dumb?"

𝐓𝐋𝐃𝐑: 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.
𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞.
𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.
𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲
𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡
𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

"Is this because they wanted someone to use?
Was it that "her" became a threat?
Could this be the reason I left?
Was it terrifying knowing that I was more intelligent?"

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐭. 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞/𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬.
𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥.
𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.
𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲.

"Answers, I doubt I could recieve.
Questions that I never quiet asked but I knew the solution.
You hated "her" because she was also a PART of you."

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲.
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝.
𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧.
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫- 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲.

"The part you wanted to erase...
Part that you choose to not exist.
You couldn't swallow the fact that someone else
Could look at that part and find intrigue.
Because a man like you, would never ever recieve
love for yourself."

𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞...
𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝.
𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝.
𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭.
𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝.

"you hate yourself as much as you hated every part of me."

𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝?
𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝.
𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞.

𝐈𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲.
𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝟔'𝟔 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐈𝐆.
𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝟓'𝟗 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋.
𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞.

𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭-
𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝.
𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞.
(𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞.)
𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞,
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.
𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫.
𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜.