Odeio apaixonar-me por personagens fictícias...(3)

«I’m not entirely sure how that shit happened, but it was a safe bet that it was bad fucking news. I was even more fucked than I thought, which in turn was because I wasn’t getting fucked, but wait, wasn’t that how I was going to win the bet? Which, consequently meant that not getting fucked was a good thing, except I was reasonably sure I had never wanted to get fucked more, but only in the literal way, not the figurative way because that sort of fucking meant walking, which is just the sort of fuckery I didn’t need and I’m not sure that I even cared at that point because I was fucking confused and I’m pretty sure I just said the word fuckery, which isn’t a word at all, and if we’re going with stupid shit like “fuckery”, then I am immersed in a sea of jackassery, and I’m pretty sure it’s all my fault. FUCK.»