IT’S NOT YOU, IT’S ME, OKAY? I’M JUST IN A WEIRD HEADSPACE AND NEED SOME TIME TO FIGURE OUT MY LIFE. I DON’T THINK I CAN SATISFY YOU SEXUALLY, I’M CRUEL WHEN I SHOULD BE TENDER AND WE CAN’T SEEM TO HAVE A SIMPLE CONVERSATION THAT DOESN’T TURN INTO AN ARGUMENT. AND THAT’S MY FAULT. I THINK I RUSHED INTO THIS AND NOW I’M SECOND GUESSING EVERYTHING. YOU DESERVE BETTER.
BUT I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO BE WITH YOU.
ALL RIGHT, LOOK, IT’S YOUR FEET. THEY GROSS ME OUT AND THERE’S NOTHING EITHER OF US CAN DO ABOUT THAT. I’M SORRY. IT’S OVER.
