A lunatic way of killing a rainy Sunday

- So...
- So.
- How did we come to this?
- Come to what?
- An unhappy ending.
- Guess that's just what happens to people.
- What kind of people?
- The ones who live.
- I'm seriously gonna miss your smart ass quotes after I get over hating them.
- Do you, really?
- Do I what?
- Hate me.
- Why would I hate you?
- For... Well, I don't know. Why would anybody hate a person as cool as myself?
- There you go! Why?
- Guess I just wasn't good enough to love you.
- I'm sorry I didn't steal your heart, kid. You kinda deserve that.
- Thank you for letting me know.
- Alright.
- No, I am. Thanks, you know? For existing.
- Alright...


- Why do you bother writing stuff like this? Hopeless breaking up conversations between couples who should never...?!
- Hm, maybe I'm a natural drama person. Plus it is extremely exciting practicing english, you know? Poor dirty english?
- I'm just trying to say that maybe you should try making real drama with real people in your own bloody language.
- What's the point?
- Get some new levels of inspiration, perhaps.
- You know, there was this guy... I told him I was not going to the movies on a Sunday afternoon because I had other plans, right? I was going to watch the last season of "Sex and the city". And he just jerked me by saying "Hey, maybe you heard of a thing called sex?". What kinda joke is that?
- Well, it's your fault.
- What?!
- You shouldn't tell people you're going to have a loser Sunday afternoon, darling.
- But hey, guys shouldn't talk to girls like that!
- What were you doing at home for a start?
- Guess I was hoping someone I really liked called me with a better idea of fun.
- And he was supposed to show up riding a white horse, right?
- And you have the guts to ask me why I even bother writing this garbage!
- Running is so much better, right?
- At least running can get me a broken leg instead of a broken heart!