“Hey, you created me. I didn’t create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!”

You two had been arguing for what felt like hours. After all this time, Tyler was just some imaginary friend in your head? And the worst part is, he thinks he’s completely in right. That stuck up, selfish, bastard!

You sigh, glaring at Tyler from his position across from you, watching him yell at you without giving you a chance to talk.

“What do you want? Wanna go back to the shit job, fuckin’ condo world, watching sitcoms? Fuck you, I won’t do it.”