calloused: ʙᴇᴛɪᴄᴏɴꜱ (121.)
ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ ♔ ([personal profile] calloused) wrote 2019-07-07 04:13 am (UTC)

I. Trust you.
I don't trust him.
It's been three fucking months, Tate. I shouldn't have to make this point again and again and again.
The guy gave you a bloody nose. You OD'd at his last party and he didn't do shit to help you. He probably doesn't even know it happened.
I know he's done fucked up shit to you that you won't tell me about, because that's what people like him do.
I. Don't. Trust. Him.

And I'm not mad at you for sharing things with me. I just don't understand what you're doing right now.
Something really, really fucking bad happened to you the last time he threw a party, so I'm afraid of something bad happening to you again. That isn't being fucking controlling.
"I want to be able to trust you". Jesus Christ.
What am I supposed to say to that?
You don't trust me. Cool.
Good to know.

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