ClumsyI didn’t mean. You never do, do you? It’s all like some damn game to you. You blunder around, knocking over things, breaking things, ruining things. You don’t care, do you? I do care. I do. Really I do. It’s just… What? What is it? I’m clumsy, I suppose. Clumsy? Clumsy? You’re not clumsy, you’re a cheat. A cheat and a liar, no a fucking cheat and a fucking liar. Don’t hate me. Why shouldn’t I hate you? Ummm. You can’t answer me, can you? You can’t be honest. Even once. I still love you. Oh fuck off.
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