Essays and Bad Ideas

We’re both disappointed in your body. We both hate your mother. We both wish you weren’t so fucking stupid. We both wonder how low you’ll sink for me, and if I’ll hold you under when you want to come up. We both know I’m sending you to hell, and we both know you deserve the flames.

Isn’t it delightful, knowing two people with so much in common can find each other in this crazy world?