[Fuck his life. Fuck it. Jesus Christ. He doesn't even have the excuse of being drunk and that's what just puts the cherry right smack dab on this fucking cake. The cake he never asked for.

Fuck cake, he never wants cake again. It can go burn in an oven for all he cares at this point. If he were to actually be thinking of cake right now. Because honestly he's not- he's thinking about how much he hates everything and augh. He'd done so well! So, so well. And the clown fucking ruined it.]

... Nope. Nooope. Everything is perfectly. fucking. fine. See, I'm responsible. I don't do anything I ain't supposed to under the influence.

[He just does it sober apparently.]

So. Anyway. Yeah. You kissed him. Well then. Alright.

[He doesn't even know what to say anymore, he just wants to crawl away forever. He feels so...

Dirty.]