Re: Quicklog, Carnival: Cat/Reece No. [She hadn't intended to come here to argue, and she knew he was wasted, but she was starting to shift from sad to just pissed. [No, Reece, you're saying my words are wrong. My comment to your comment, isn't the right comment. My asking a question isn't the right question. Nothing I can say is right, and I'm really getting fucking sick of it. When did you turn into this judgmental asshole? [Was it nice? No. Would she regret it in the morning? Probably. But, God, she was getting tired of not being able to say anything lately. She didn't see him clarifying. Maybe he did see it that way, but she didn't.
So, right. Bad idea. Terrible idea.] I literally understand nothing. Right. Of course. I don't think you expressing something is an order to change. Don't climb into my head, because you're getting it wrong. I'm telling you what I feel, and you're deciding I feel something different. And I'm tired, Reece. I'm tired of fighting all the time. I'm tired of not being able to utter anything that you don't disagree with. Go read our recent conversations. Go print them out and plaster them all over town. I don't care. All I know? Is that this sucks.
[She was crying again, and she was absolutely going to hop out of this fucking bucket when she felt the ground was close enough.]