_ Listen, regardless of everything that happened you are still my dear friend. I can try and forget about you it just doesn’t work.
_ You please be quiet.
_ Seriously? you can’t just detach youself from a relationship… unless you’re some kind of psychopath.
_ Or maybe you’re the psychopath for just coming over here, you know? And how are you gonna be a therapist if you can’t even figure out what’s going on in your life? Which is that I clearly didn’t tell you for a reason which is I don’t care what you think. And I don’t care about your feelings cause I don’t really care about you anymore.
_ Okay, allright. So how is this going to work then? What’s the plan? So I’m just gonna leave here and then you and I are gonna figure out some way that we don’t even see each other again. That’s the plan, huh? So, bye. And for the record I may be a sociopath, but you’re a fucking psychopath and that’s much worse. Everything that we did together, happened. Whether you want to believe it or not. Wheter you want to remember it or not. And I am here and I know you. You can’t just erase people. You can’t just erase me. That’s not how it works.