About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
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How old are you?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
“I know what you are.”
“Say it, say it out loud.”
“THE VERY BEST LIKE NO NE EVER WAS”
Normal flirting: Hey babe you're so pretty and sweet.
Me: If you were a potato, you'd be a nice potato.
You’re a selfish bitch -_-
Stop being so self centered -_- You’re so annoying and stop thinking I’ll easily do shit for you! Maybe that’s why you’re such a failure. I don’t understand why they always have time for you, maybe it’s because you get pissed off and throw a bitch fit if you don’t get what you want. And if you don’t get what you want from me you start bitching about about how much I “owe” you! I don’t owe you anything you idiot! Maybe if you start doing more productive things instead of staying in solitude then MAYBE I’ll reconsider. But sadly, that’s just your personality. I can’t see you successful in the future. Not at all. You’ll be sad and alone.
