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insight fortysix meh i'm bored. here's some brain fart material... title: Red chapter 2 pacing to and from the red framed painting of us, i call for the 65th time, still only going to the fucking generic voicemail lady telling me to speak after the godforsaken beep. i slam down the phone on the already-broken shelf and go into the mouldy bathroom, the stupid bath leak dripping irritatingly into my brain. splashing cold water onto my dark circles and crackled lips i hear my phone ring. tripping over unironed dirty laundry, i race and answer it within seconds. "hello! where are you Tom? what the fuck are you doing out of this house?!" i yell down the line, hands shaking like fish out of water. "why the hell you worried 'bout you're ex, sweet-cheeks? it's me Jonas, you know... the current love of your life?" he says, a sarcastic laugh added into the annoying hell-hole that im in right now. "oh sorry Bonas, i was... checking on th...