What's the point?
I don't know why I even bother. I'm not confident, no matter how much I keep trying. I'm only confident in my intellect.
Which is an amazing intellect, of course.
Still, if I were confident, I would've bid on Roxanne at the auction. And maybe I'd have more than one friend.
I suppose confidence is the least of my worries. I mean,
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Maybe if you weren't purposefully obnoxious and difficult, you'd have more than one friend.
And you should have bought me in the auction - or not put my name in to begin with.
[Pause in her writing.]
You're not wanted?
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I know it's amazing. As for the other stuff, it doesn't matter. Whether I try or not, it all ends up bad in the end.
I know. I know. It wasn't a good idea, alright?
Damn it, Roxanne. No, I'm not.
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[Inkblots while she pauses with her quill on the page, ink leaking all over the place. sdlfksjldfj dammit.]
No, it wasn't. It ended up a horrible night and I would've rather you had bought me than let some stranger buy me like I was a piece of cattle!
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You've never talked about your home much before.
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Nevermind.
Well, it must have been really awful for you to have preferred spending the time with me, huh? I didn't mean to make you feel that way. You're so much better than that.
Yes, well. I don't usually like to.
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--But but... uh... um... Why would someone adopt unless they wanted you? In a way, I guess. I don't get it.
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