Congratulations!

He thinks that he knows it and I don’t.

He thinks he knows everything.

Well, I’m fat. I’m ugly. I’m the one who can’t even write. (I’m saying this to myself, mind you, because I’m self-loathing, c’mon now.)

He gets you.

But I get you.

Does anyone else even know what I mean?

This just gets stupider.

Oh well. He can know whatever he wants.

I’ll be seeing you later, anyway.

(this was very rushed)