WHAT’S THERE TO TALK ABOUT?
I TRIED TO KILL MYSELF BECAUSE I FUCKED UP, AND I FUCKED UP WITH THAT AS WELL. SO I FUCKED UP, FUCKING UP.
FUCK, MY HEAD HURTS. SORRY. I KNOW YOU’RE JUST TRYING TO HELP.
I never said there was anything, specifically, to talk about, just that it might make you feel better to know someone was listening.
I’m relatively close to the hospital. Do you want me to visit?
Well, yes, among other reasons. But we can lay that conversational topic to rest, no? You can hear the excitement in his...
If you did, that would be extremely awkward. Especially since this is what, the first time we’ve actually met face to...