“Go. Go. You don’t give a shit what happens to me. I’ll die tonight and you don’t care. Go. Go. I’m going to kill myself for you. I’m going to kill myself for you. I’m going to kill myself for you! You’ll live your whole life knowing that I killed myself for you. You’re such a nimrod.” – Claire, 4am, under my window, NYC.
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