God, I am so tired of you.
And not in an overly emotional, attached sort of way. In a, gee, you’re pining after another girl, again? You’re lonely for attention but attached to a girl far away, still? All you want is some weird rebel hipster princess to ride in on a wave of irony and fall into your arms, what the fuck else is new?
God, just get a new routine, already. This isn’t even jealousy or spite speaking, it’s objective reality: you’re a broken record, baby, and I’m done playing you.
