You're living in my head?
Mate, earlier this week I talked to a guy who was trapped in a burning car in the middle of nowhere. There was no time to do anything. He died. I was the last person he spoke to. I was expected to pick up the next call and go on with my shift. That's what I did.
What the fuck are you going to say or do to get "in my head", exactly?
I laugh at your
constant tearful tantrums, and I make fun of you because you come off like a joyless, pent-up, frustrated incel. That's funny to me, because I'm not you. Don't mistake me amusing myself by belittling you, for your existence actually having any meaning to me at all. ?
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