Person 1: What are you doing?
Person 2: I'm obsessing about her.
Person1: She's 22 and you're 45. Look at yourself. You could die today. If she fell in love she'd be heart broken forever.
Person2: She's beautiful and is amazing
Person1: You're just lonely. It's just lust.
Person2: Not at all. I didn't even entertain the though of another woman today. Even out in public.
Person1: You're delusional. Dude, wake up.
Person2: There's no love anymore. No one believes in love.
Person1: She doesn't think about you in that way. She thinks your a goof. Her family has no respect for you and, you're drunk. Just give it up.
Person2: I'm going home to make a mixtape. Later... I love her...
Person1: Don't come back. You're a fucked idiot. Leave her alone.
*This is excerpts from a conversation I had with myself since Friday. Maybe I should just live the big fat lie. I tried to psychically communicate with her before I fell asleep last night.
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