Why did you have to push so hard? Did you really expect me to just go along with it? I'm sitting here wishing I would have gone with you, but you pushed too hard I couldn't help but wriggle out of it. It's like an automatic response. Now I am at home and my lame neighbor wants to "jam." I can't get any work done with him knocking on my door and I don't have anywhere to go. I even gave you a second chance. I flipped the fucking coin for you. You could have been happy and I could have been happy and Autumn could have been happy, and maybe the both of you are but I would guess and probably be right that you are still pouting and fucking up Autumn's birthday as if it wasn't fucked up enough already what with hospitals and bloody boyfriends and all that. Goddamnit. I guess that's why I get the feeling you don't know me as well as you think you do. I'm like Tetris. You think you've got my number but all of a sudden you realize I don't fucking care and I'm just a heartless game, and no matter how good you get at me I'll just keep moving faster and faster until you can't possibly keep up. Nobody wins in the end. Games don't win. Games are neutral. There are only losers if the game finishes you before you finish it.