when boys were mean, you'd complain about how they're inconsiderate assholes. but when nice boys came along, you'd still look for reasons to push them away. so tell me, what did you want them to be? at your leisure but at their expense, they were your test subjects. you measured them out for everything they did, as if you had a recipe to follow. after the adding and subtracting, your miscalculations left them with little traces of themselves. that's why they ended up becoming assholes. they all had the hearts to try, or even to be. but that didn't matter. it never mattered when it should have. regardless, i don't care what you think you want or what you think you need. you don't have a fucking clue. i'm going to figure you out.
i sat quietly, half in love with what he said so well and half in love with the idea that he might've actually caught on. i looked and him and smiled. "are you ready to be part of my dark twisted experiment?"
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