HE climbed into bed with ME!
Yah, but it was his bed, and you were in it… naked.
I don’t know how to explain it. It just sort of… happened.
That’s a weak excuse.
We were both drunk.
That’s an even weaker excuse.
Well… I’m not involved with anyone. I wasn’t cheating. This isn’t my problem.
Yah, but you know how it feels… remember? It sucks, a lot! Plus, now you’re having an internal struggle that has manifested into a blog post. Thus, it clearly is your problem.
He doesn’t seem to feel bad. Why the hell should I even care?
Because now you need to compensate for his lack of morals too.
Oh.
You knew you’d feel this way, but you still did it.
It’s not like she’ll ever find out.
Never say never…
Oh god, I hope she never finds out!
Even if she doesn’t, you’ll always know the truth.
It didn’t mean anything!
Which makes it all the more pathetic.
It was a mistake.
You’re telling me!?!?
I didn’t plan it!
… nor stop it.
He just gets to me.
And in you, apparently.
Fuck, the worst part is… it was a lot of fun!
You’re a whore.
I feel like shit.
You think this is hard on you? Try being the good side of your conscience and having to watch this unfold.
What the hell am I going to do?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Never again.
Never again.
Unless…
NO!
Well, I mean it probably won’t happen but…
NO!!
I know, I know, I’m just saying if…
NO!!!
Okay! Okay! Never again.
You’re a whore and a liar.
Yes. Yes I am.
