I hate you so much.

You're so sick. You're so twisted. Everything is you is so, so wrong. Each word that comes out of your mouth makes me more convinced that you're completely mad. Everything you talk about makes no sense. I should hate you. I mean, I do hate you. That's what I mean. Yeah, you suck. A lot. You're a monster.

But you're also pathetic, you know that, Laboto? You're so random and stuff, like you don't know what to say. Like you've been so long without talking to people you're just talking 'cause you can. It's so sad, pathetic, really. How long has it been since you've had a friend? Did you ever have one? Maybe you were a loser before you came here. Maybe you were some lonely kid everybody picked on, so now you won't shut up in front of people to make up for it. Or something. You're loony.

You're all alone, huh? No one here likes you. Not that chick with the shrieking voice or her turtle. You're all alone. No one even talks to you. You're like a pariah or somethin'. That's okay, though. I mean, who needs people. They just get in the way. They always say it's wrong to do stuff you think is fun and then yell at you or hit you. Or at least, that's how my life was, anyways. 'Specially with my mom. She hit me a lot.

What? Why are you staring at me? It's not like she's abusive or anything. She loves me! I just screw up. S'no big deal, really.

L-Laboto? What are you-?

…

Did you just… Oh my God. We just – I just – with a guy! You kissed me! You kissed me, you sick son of a bitch! I'm not some pitiful little kid who needs to be snuggled! That's so stupid! You're stupid! And it doesn't matter anyway! Who cares if my mom hits me and you love me, you're both stupid and reckless. One day I'm gonna be a Psychonaut, and no one will even remember you! Then everyone will love me, you'll see! I don't need you! I don't need anyone!

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Laboto?

Could you kiss me again?

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Mmmm.

I still hate you, you know.