Sorry, Adam, I made you unhappy. To now, I really don't know what happened or why you're so upset. I guess you got too drunk at one point and even though we discussed what was going to happen, your tolerance to alcohol negated it all. Ok. I'll let it go, but why did you have to be such a fucking little girl (I know that was offensive and tactless). Every time you turn this way, you superimpose a big end-all, be-all shit like this, and you're not fooling anyone, so it's my business to stomach the brunt of your abusive force. Which is why I came in to suck your dick (no, I really don't care who reads this) because I love you and we don't use the word "love" in person unless we're either A. Fighting, B. Drunk, or C. Really sad. You've been ridiculous in my opinion about how you religiously go back on your word.
During the day, you're a god-sent angel. When you've had too much to drink (and lets not shit ourselves, my tolerance exceeds yours, even if you'll never admit it in this lifetime) or if I make the mistake of speaking out (sorry, working on that. Again, my face really hurts :( And I'm a redhead, we don't give in easily. You might as well kill me.) you turn into an inconceivable asshole. I go "WTF, where did this come from?" on a routine basis. You worried about if I had had too much tonight, and part of me was like "Oh nigga plz" another part of me thought it was cute, another part of me worried about how much you had. Stop playing the hero, Adam. Au FUCKING contraire.

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