Aaron: Fuck. Her. Fuck all of this. Fuck the four years of friendship. Fuck making yourself love her. Fuck other guys. Fuck late night phone calls and texting all day. Fuck being there for when things go wrong. Fuck being her rock when she’s built her life on sand. Fuck ‘mental communication’. Fuck twisting every situation so that you’re in the wrong. Fuck resentment for years of being a friend. Fuck the other guy who didn’t have the fucking decency to respect your relationship. Fuck the fact that he is still alive. Fuck cookies in the mail and I miss yous and frowny faces. Fuck guinea pigs and Wildwood and chili and yoga and Portuguese. Fuck the whole country of Brazil, in fact. Fuck snuggling on rainy days. Fuck sock monkeys and sundresses and Vespas and that fucking green-yellow color. Fuck Bon Iver and Bruce fucking Springsteen and that one fucking song about making your heart beat faster. Fuck Christmas lights and ‘With or Without You’ and bears and kittens and noms and being snuggly. Fuck Pinterest and fuck tears. Fuck Washington DC and all that piece of shit town has created and stands for in your life now. FUCK THE LIES AND THE CHEATING AND THE INSECURITY AND REFUSING TO BELIEVE WHEN YOU SAID THAT YOU GODDAMNED LOVED HER. Fuck ALL of it. And especially fuck her and fuck her relationship. She does not deserve love. She does not deserve faithfulness. She does not deserve devotion. And she sure as shit does not deserve you. What she does deserve is that insecurity. That worry. Those concerns. What she DOES deserve is her heart broken into pieces so small even atoms would need microscopes to find them. But you have power over you. You know what you need to do. Burn it down. Burn down all of it. Ignite it with your mind and turn all those hurts, all those tears, all those memories…turn them into a great big burning fire. Melt them down and transmute all that love into boiling, bubbling hatred. Feel better?
Aaron: I figured. Let’s get drunk.