I didn’t mean.
You never do, do you? It’s all like some damn game to you. You blunder around, knocking over things, breaking things, ruining things. You don’t care, do you?
I do care. I do. Really I do. It’s just…
What? What is it?
I’m clumsy, I suppose.
Clumsy? Clumsy? You’re not clumsy, you’re a cheat. A cheat and a liar, no a fucking cheat and a fucking liar.
Don’t hate me.
Why shouldn’t I hate you?
You can’t answer me, can you? You can’t be honest. Even once.
I still love you.
Oh fuck off.