You’re talking to someone who’s lesbian daughter is going to end up in a conversion therapy camp because he’s too much of a fuckup to take advantage of emigrating to the UK because he was stupid enough to think he could actually save her life.
I mean I don’t know why you keep talking to me, but…
Good news though: when that does inevitably happen, you will be free of me forever.
Why do you care? Anyway, I am in the UK already. I’m just fucking it all up like I fuck everything up. And when we run out of money and have to go back to the U.S. and she gets put in a camp, it will be my fault.
And when that happens, be sad for her torture and be happy I won’t be around to fuck up the world anymore.
I didn’t say you were free to stop talking me and be rid of me forever. I said when my daughter gets taken away from me, the universe will be rid of me forever.
Should have been rid of me forever before she was even born honestly.
I’m too stupid to know what that’s supposed to mean, but I’m sure whatever it means I deserve it.
You’re free to tell me to fuck off and die too, it’s also what I deserve.
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Yes. Seriously.
You’re talking to someone who’s lesbian daughter is going to end up in a conversion therapy camp because he’s too much of a fuckup to take advantage of emigrating to the UK because he was stupid enough to think he could actually save her life.
I mean I don’t know why you keep talking to me, but…
Good news though: when that does inevitably happen, you will be free of me forever.
Why will that happen? And what has changed so you can’t take advantage of moving to the UK?
Why do you care? Anyway, I am in the UK already. I’m just fucking it all up like I fuck everything up. And when we run out of money and have to go back to the U.S. and she gets put in a camp, it will be my fault.
And when that happens, be sad for her torture and be happy I won’t be around to fuck up the world anymore.
Because empathy costs nothing, yet it is so hard to see it be spent.
Because I take no joy of seeing another human being suffer.
Because I want to show, even if only for a brief and fleeting moment, concern for you and your troubles.
Because I want to.
Why is going back the only option? Can’t you work there?
You need to decide whether you’re going to troll me with gifs or if you are going to act like you care. Because it can’t be both.
Using a gif for a visual cue of my mental state isn’t trolling. It’s just me lacking words to perfectly express myself.
I’m not going to arm wrestle you to decide if I’m putting up a fake caring facade or if I’m being honest. That is solely up to you.
And to borrow your words: you are free to stop talking to me and be rid of me for ever.
I didn’t say you were free to stop talking me and be rid of me forever. I said when my daughter gets taken away from me, the universe will be rid of me forever.
Should have been rid of me forever before she was even born honestly.