"If there was a button that killed everyone I hated, I probably wouldn't press it ... but if there was a button that killed everyone who hated me, I'd press it without hesitation."
I’ve known you the longest out of anyone here, Iggy, I’ve picked up a few things. I know it’s part of your victim complex to go with the worst faith takes imaginable for everything I say.
me telling you not to get murdered is a bad take now?
I'm not judging you for fucking Danny. I'm telling you to be realistic. and you, out of the blue, bring up my boyfriend you don't give a shit about? yeah that's not me being a dick, that's you trying to hurt me.
you wanna talk about victim complexes? sure, let's do it. let's have a fucking contest. because guess what, sweetie, you're right here in the shit with me on that one. and why stop there? you wanna talk about hurting yourself because you feel like shit? "oh I'm so awful I should get stabbed" like that's going to solve fucking anything except maybe make you feel less guilty.
so come on, then. tell me all about myself and we'll see how much is just you using me as a projection screen. again.
I wonder. I wonder who started being nasty first. You or Grady. From my experience I think I know where my money would be.
Everyone thinks you’re this sweet little selfless innocent. They haven’t had you snap at them out of nowhere. They haven’t had the sting of trying their best to not set you off only to lose fingers. They haven’t developed a complex of wondering when you’re going to react badly to the most mundane of comments.
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you're sitting here telling me you deserve to be murdered. how the hell would that fix anything? you'd just hurt people more.
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Guess I can’t handle my relationships as well as you do.
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excuse me?
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that has nothing to do with what we're talking about!
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you have no idea what's going on with me, with us! and I didn't burn anything, we're just fine!
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You love turning your fangs on me every chance you get. But when you get some of your own medicine you don’t like it so much, do you?
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this is not "my own medicine" this is you trying to hurt me because I'm asking you questions that you don't like.
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I'm not judging you for fucking Danny. I'm telling you to be realistic. and you, out of the blue, bring up my boyfriend you don't give a shit about? yeah that's not me being a dick, that's you trying to hurt me.
you wanna talk about victim complexes? sure, let's do it. let's have a fucking contest. because guess what, sweetie, you're right here in the shit with me on that one. and why stop there? you wanna talk about hurting yourself because you feel like shit? "oh I'm so awful I should get stabbed" like that's going to solve fucking anything except maybe make you feel less guilty.
so come on, then. tell me all about myself and we'll see how much is just you using me as a projection screen. again.
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Everyone thinks you’re this sweet little selfless innocent. They haven’t had you snap at them out of nowhere. They haven’t had the sting of trying their best to not set you off only to lose fingers. They haven’t developed a complex of wondering when you’re going to react badly to the most mundane of comments.
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mundane comments like what, Junpei? like 'don't get stabbed by the resident murderer'?
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But at least I know what I am.
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I really don't think you do.
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