Chapter 9: Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not.
She called me.
She said she was sad.
But she sounded mad.
She told me she wasn't hurting herself.
I think she might have been lying.
I'm going to call her back.
Even though she probably won't answer.
Ellie:
You are too good for me.
Forget about me.
I'm a bad boy.
No good.
You don't need me.
I suck.
I'm dumb.
I left you with a house you can't pay for.
I left you.
I shouldn't have.
Who needs to be with their mom and dad?
After a certain age, that's not normal.
I'm not normal.
Why do you love me?
You shouldn't love me.
There's nothing to love.
I'm scum.
I'm a looser.
I'm worthless.
I'm a retard.
I'm stupid.
If I was twice as smart as I am now, I'd still be stupid.
I'm a failure.
I'm… nothing.
Nothing good is ever going to become of me.
And you love me anyway.
Why Ellie, why?
I'm out of your league.
You can do better.
Do you think I'm all these things?
Why would you date me?
Oh, Ellie.
Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not.
No one is ever safe with me Sean Cameron: The Royal Screw-Up around.
Wait, forget the Royal part.
I'm just a plain old screw up.
If you call me any of these things, don't worry.
None of them are a shock to me.
Ellie I love you.
And I want you to love me back.
No matter what I say.
