Like, No!

"Oh gods you creeper! Is this? Did you? What happened? Like... words are hard!"

You stand up on shaky legs and begin hammering your tiny fists against his chest, driving him backwards and stumbling over the desk. Seizing the moment you run out of the room and through the front doors. Like, why is it so dark? OMG, is it night time? How? As you make your way away from the total creeper your phone goes off.

"Oh my, my. That's terrible. After all you did to poor Tom and you attack him? Being his bubbly bimbo forever is the least you could've done."

"Like, listen bitch. I'm coming for you, and like, you're mean and I'm gonna... argh!"

It's like you're still smart enough to realize how dumb you're sounding and the constant quarrel between the two psyches is driving you totes bonkers!

"Oh so angry. Still not as angry as you've made others. Enjoy the new brain sweetheart. Even I can't fix that!"

With a click you throw the phone and hear it crack against the wall. Oh no your phone! You run over to it and see the screen is so totally smashed. How can you filter your Snapchat now?! Fuck!