ruby-hearts:

You don’t think anyone but yourself is special. No one measures up to you. So you’re pretty much alone in the world if you think about it.

Hm, well you know what they say, the top is lonely. But that’s quite alright I prefer solitude anyways.

ruby-hearts:

You must think you’re the creator of the world then. Because no one reaches you. 

Oh no, the gods created the world. I do give credit when credit is due.  I just don’t think you’re anything special.

ruby-hearts:

Oh, are you mistaking me with you again? That seems to happen a lot. You poor thing.

No, no of course not. If I ever did that then I might just have to go and believe that I really was crazy. I could never confuse myself for someone like you. That’s just beneath me.

ruby-hearts:

Oh, this is too funny. Please, continue. I want to hear the other ridiculous things that come out of your mouth.

Why would you want that? I mean enough ridiculous things come out of your mouth I don’t see why you would want to hear anymore.

ruby-hearts:

Do you realize how annoying you are? You sound like a fly buzzing around with your predicable little words. ‘Oh, I’m so perfect! Look at me, I’m better than everyone else. No one can measure up to the beautiful me!’ Yep, that’s you.

Well if perfection annoys you, that sounds like a personal problem to me. It’s not my fault that you weren’t born perfect like me. I only speak the truth afterall and you seem to be the only one that I know of that doesn’t agree.

ruby-hearts:

Someone with standards? Oh, you think that’s you? Huh. You really must be mental, then. No wonder why you’re here. 

-laughs; Well see, now it’s boring. You really think that I don’t have standards? Even the doctors understood how high my standards are on the first day.  Maybe next time you can make it more interesting and pick something else that way it won’t be so obvious that your statements are false.

ruby-hearts:

Sounds to me like you’re describing yourself, Megara. Not me, as you so seem to think you are.

Does it? Then I think you might need to have your eyes checked. Or your whole head might need to be examined for that matter. Boys never accompany me in my room and I never accompany them in theirs. The nuts around here just aren’t  up to my standards.  So unless your definition of a whore is someone with standards, I’m afraid you’ve pegged me wrong.

ruby-hearts:

STD’s? Really, darling. I thought that was all you. I mean look at you. You practically have it written all over your forehead.

-laughs; Oh Ruby don’t be silly.  I’m pretty but I’m not loose. Being loose is for those who know they aren’t good enough to be anything else, so they just become whores so they have the illusion that they can be worth something to someone. But I’m sure you’d know all about that.

ruby-hearts:

My sheets are never cold. I always keep them warm. 

I don’t doubt that, they’re probably infested with STD’s as well.

ruby-hearts:

What’s the matter Ruby? Sheets getting cold?