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As if I even have any pride left for which to be chipped away at. They tell me to climb into her backpack. They tell me to climb into a basket so that she can carry me up the- up the walls. So now I’m in the backpack of a cheerleader and I paid sixty dollars for this game, I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve to be humiliated like this.
She’s like climbing up trees and shit like Edward Cullen. You can see my stupid little eyes on her back. She’s like “hang on tight, spider monkey” and I’m just like there for the ride I guess. And I- I don’t know why she’s doing any of it but it’s not for me. You know? It’s gotta be some kind of self-serving thing for her.
I don’t trust her and yet I love her. I would follow her to the ends of the earth and yet I would love to slap the shit out of her. She’s just not what I expected from this game. At all.
