so I shouldn't have told her. classic attribution error: she ascribed what I did fully to my personality. she puts out of her mind the situational factors that actually were the determinants. she blames me. she harasses me. 'are you feeling any better now? do you get any satisfaction?' 'yes, I do get satisfaction.' after all, who would believe in the argument that 'it wasn't like me'. it was me. drunk, after a long fucked up day, without her, but with someone else by my side. still, it was me.
tough luck. tough luck. I ain't gonna be a drama queen. I ain't gonna moan. my flat mate gave me three ripe apricots. I am. so, tough luck.
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