how about you stop fucking around and call me when you're ready to actually get serious about appetizers
it's such bs that the whole guilt-ridden stoic self-sacrificing martyr thing doesn't work outside of fiction. repressing all your emotions and neglecting your physical wellbeing should make you god's most tragically beautiful morally unassailable little soldier of righteousness but all it does is give you bad skin and gastrointestinal problems
"let's run away together" with all the same high stakes and emotional intensity as usual but it's like. coworkers.
sorry i just don't have enough PTO to start a new life far away from here with you right now 😔









