Have you met anyone who runs hell? Anyone who lives there? They don’t give a shit about nice or opening up. And I know you don’t just get it. Clearly, you don’t. I work my ass off for it, and finally have a job that means anything, and still I’m just walked over. I-I am strong. No one’s…people don’t usually tell me that. I’m telling you because….God, I don’t even know. Because I know you can just see it in my mind anyway? Because it’s all things you probably already know.
I am not acting spoilt. I can’t fall. I won’t. And yes, those pesky beings that know my every thought and feeling. Gotta love that. No making mistakes around you. No, I haven’t. Old habits, I guess. Who would love me anyway? I’m horrible, right? Two people is pushing it. And there are more. Steph isn’t bad. I think his name starts with a J. I talked to him to make Patrick angry, but for some reason he actually doesn’t infuriate me.
Frankly, I don’t care about hell. It’s not like I’m ever going there. I don’t care about the people there because I don’t live there and nor do you. You live in Camden. Sunny England. You say that they don’t give a shit about opening up… but you come from there, don’t you? And you’re opening up. You don’t get it, do you? You don’t have to be a supercilious bitch to be respected. In fact, there’s less chance if you are. You get respect for going out of your way to help someone else. Not by intimidating them. Yes. You’re strong. Nobody’s told you that? Well… I don’t know what to suggest. Because I’d be lying if I said you weren’t. And if others can’t see it, they’re ignorant. It pays to be civil toward people. I know you don’t like me, yet you don’t come across as crass. You’re, if anything, a little lost. Yes. I can see inside your mind… but I haven’t been. Except for dreams. So everything you just told me is new to me. I’m not like Arthur. I prefer to give people at least some privacy. Unless it comes to a point of no return. But needless to say, I could still feel it. You don’t get bitter people without a past to them.
Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but you are. Exactly. Don’t think that you’re going to fall. Because if you do, then you will. If you accept it, you’ve fallen. But if you do, and you think to yourself that you want to get up and back to where you were… well, I don’t know about anyone else, but I can respect that. Well, we’re not all that bad. I wouldn’t care if you made mistakes. That’s where I differ from Art. Horrible? No. You’re not horrible. You want things… like respect… but you’re not willing to give for them. It’s a game of give and take. But you’re certainly not horrible. Under this… mask you’ve given yourself, you’re quite pleasant. If you keep asking yourself who would love you, then nobody will. Just let life take its course. You’re not as bad as you wish to come across as, Evangeline. There are some that you actually enjoy talking to, no?