Hey Kenny this is your mother. I was just calling to see how you was doing. You sounded really uptight last night. Made me a little nervous and I just wanted to make sure you was really okay. And wanted to see if you was checking in on your medication. You know I love ya. See ya!
Stan blocked out all thoughts of Kyle as he tried to go to sleep. Try as he might he couldn't get to sleep, there was a burning in his soul and memories crawling around in his head. His eyes kept seeing the picture that Kenny had took of him and Kyle together on his dresser. Those days had been carefree until Stan had learned about his disease. He'd started trying to distance himself from Kyle so he wouldn't be as hurt when Stan actually died. He hadn't started distancing himself yet but he would start it soon. Tomorrow He promised himself knowing that he wouldn't be able to, the pain would be to great. All he really wanted was for Kyle to suddenly never call again but he knew that would probably never happen. He didn't want Kyle to say that he loved him any more, to hear it once more would be way to painful.
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you.
Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.
Craig smiled he'd been sober for three whole months one of the many accomplishments that Tweek had helped him with. The thought of the jittery blond was enough to stop him from doing foolish things, since Craig's recklessness was the one thing that tore them apart and now Craig knew that he wouldn't do it again. In his sick way Craig wanted to thank Tweek for holding his head up late at night when all Craig wanted to was drink. While Craig was waging war inside his head Tweek was trying to stop the fight. Tweek never doubted Craig's warped opinions on things like suicidal hate, he just made sure that he was there to compliment Craig when it was to hard for him to do himself. But this is why Craig was stood in his bedroom, car keys in hand, he was about to drive so fucking far away that Tweek wouldn't hear from him again, that he'd never cross the blond's mind and Tweek would do whatever it takes in his heart to leave him behind.
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you.
Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.
Damien face was gloomy, more gloomy that it had ever been. He hadn't want to do that but he'd said goodbye to Pip. He kicked the street, while Pip had took this in, trying to account for every mistake he had made. Damien hadn't felt like a man till he'd seen Pip cry, his delicate blue eyes overspilling with tears and Damien held Pip's face in his hands. He'd wanted to fall down on the ground and yell Make it go away! but he hadn't. He wanted Pip to have a smile on his face like he had done when they'd been carefree. They stayed like that, Damien's hands on Pip's face, till Pip had whispered How can you do this to me?
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you.
Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.