Still Here
“What do you think you're doing?"
“I’ll... I’ll destroy myself... for you.”
“What?”
“Ugh. I said, I’ll destro—”
“What?!”
“...”
“Stop! You don’t need to do that!”
“Hey—! Give it back!”
“God, you’re scaring me!”
“No, no. I didn’t mean to... I’m just doing what you said.”
“No, you totally misunderstood! Shit. I’d never want you to do that. Please. Never do that again.”
“I’m just taking out the bits of—”
“Ever.”
“Fine... fine. Are you... you hate me now.”
“Wha—are you fucking kidding me?”
“I wish I am.”
“It’s not funny either way.”
“Doesn’t make it any less true, though.”
“Seriously. I’ll fucking kill you myself if you don’t stop doing that.”
“Then what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Fucking stop, I should say.”
“...I give up. I don’t know what else to do for you anymore.”
“You piss me off.”
“I mean, I had lots, but you didn’t like them. You never liked what I do for you. Did you know, that even got me into thinking—”
“Thinking what?”
“That maybe you’ll never do.”
“...you’re an asshole, you know that?”
“Y-yeah, but...”
“And a really stupid one at that.”
“Yeah, but what’s you point? At least I don’t pretend not to be. At least I’m trying. I mean, as they say, no harm, right? I’m getting messed up. Why are you always like this? With me? Do you want me to live on the other side of the world, or... you change faster than I can decide what to even fucking think, I mean—”
“That’s my point. You’re an asshole, so...”
“So...?”
“So why do you think I'm still here with you, anyway?”
“I’ll... I’ll destroy myself... for you.”
“What?”
“Ugh. I said, I’ll destro—”
“What?!”
“...”
“Stop! You don’t need to do that!”
“Hey—! Give it back!”
“God, you’re scaring me!”
“No, no. I didn’t mean to... I’m just doing what you said.”
“No, you totally misunderstood! Shit. I’d never want you to do that. Please. Never do that again.”
“I’m just taking out the bits of—”
“Ever.”
“Fine... fine. Are you... you hate me now.”
“Wha—are you fucking kidding me?”
“I wish I am.”
“It’s not funny either way.”
“Doesn’t make it any less true, though.”
“Seriously. I’ll fucking kill you myself if you don’t stop doing that.”
“Then what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Fucking stop, I should say.”
“...I give up. I don’t know what else to do for you anymore.”
“You piss me off.”
“I mean, I had lots, but you didn’t like them. You never liked what I do for you. Did you know, that even got me into thinking—”
“Thinking what?”
“That maybe you’ll never do.”
“...you’re an asshole, you know that?”
“Y-yeah, but...”
“And a really stupid one at that.”
“Yeah, but what’s you point? At least I don’t pretend not to be. At least I’m trying. I mean, as they say, no harm, right? I’m getting messed up. Why are you always like this? With me? Do you want me to live on the other side of the world, or... you change faster than I can decide what to even fucking think, I mean—”
“That’s my point. You’re an asshole, so...”
“So...?”
“So why do you think I'm still here with you, anyway?”