Love: Every day.
Zac: Then no, you’re not a horrible person.
Love: How can you be so sure?
Zac: Well, this girl I wrote letters to once told me you’re only as bad as your lack of remorse. She said people’s mistakes don’t define them. I’d like to think she’s right.
Love: Thanks, dork.
Zac: Don’t call me that.
WEEK 3
My dad hates that my mom makes more money than him. Secretly thinks that women should be kept in the kitchen.
- Zac
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Deep down, I’m terrified that I’ll never be good enough…
- Love
P.S. : Flip this over for another confession
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I wish she died instead of him.
- Love
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Zac: Two for one, huh?
Love: Yeah, the first one was pretty soft, so I thought I’d throw in the second one to make it worth your while.
Zac: Want to talk about that last one…?
Love: Nope.
Zac: At the risk of repeating myself, I’m so fucking sorry this happened to you.
Love: Thanks, dork.
Zac: Don’t call me that.
Zac: Anything I can do?
Love: There is.
Love: You can make next week’s confession so epic it takes my mind off it.
Zac: I’ll do you one better and give you two.
WEEK 4
Came home to my mom sucking off one of my friends. Found out they started fucking years ago. The worst part? He was a minor.