[0:00]I needed my friend today. I needed my friend, and you used me. You don't want friends. You do not want friends. You know I have defended you to people. Rob, Eric. I find myself constantly defending you. Because that girl on the boat, whoever that girl was, she loved me. I do love you. Fuck you. Fuck you. My pain is useful to you, even today. Of all the fucking days, my pain was useful to you. And the more I sit with it, the more I realize, of course. Of course. That little voice in my head was right. You revel in my disgrace. You revel in other people's pain. It fucking nourishes you. Okay. Yeah. I did everything in my power to try and stop Petra. I did. But this is the business. Sorry, the world is showing you what it is. Without any of the protections that you are so clearly used to. And I am genuinely sorry that you think I am so sick that I could somehow get off on your unhappiness now. So you don't? You didn't, today? I needed my friend today. Harper, I needed my friend, and you used me. You don't want friends. You do not want friends. You want people to make the hierarchy of your world make fucking sense to you. You have any capacity to see beyond the projection of your own insecurities? Because the most appalling things that you think about yourself are not how I see you. How do you see me then? Does it appall you that I have somehow managed to make it on my own? Oh my God. Your mental... You are hardwired to exploit people's vulnerabilities, and all the fucking mental gymnastics of whatever I don't know. Genetic blame game or how you are brought up or, oh my God, my brother, he's an addict. Shit that you spin does not absolve you of how you choose to act now.
[2:37]Wow. I deserve better than this. I do. Everyone deserves better than the way that you treat them. The way you use and use and fucking take is disgusting. It's disgusting. The way you treat Rob, and he still chooses you. He still chooses you every fucking time. Oh. You think that if I wasn't around, Rob would want to be with you. He thinks you're deranged. Being a narcissist with an inferiority complex doesn't make you an underdog, Harper. It makes you completely fucking nauseating. And trust me, I know narcissists. My dad used to pity himself too. Right. And I'm sure you fed into that self-pity. The same way that you feed into what he and every other man like him wants you to be. A fucking sex object and a victim, which you conveniently bounce between whenever it suits you. You know, I used to think that the worst thing that you could think about me and the worst thing that I could think about you might still be true. And we might be able to love each other in spite of it, but I am certain that that is not the case. Like father, like daughter, right? Your arrogance is just you overcompensating for the fact that you could not be any more fucking ordinary. And guess what? The world can only hide that shit from you for so long. Yes. You are talentless and useless. And a fucking whore.
