That awkward moment,
where you dont wanna think it, but its there- in the back of your mind, chewing out to the front, not allowing you one single second of peace.
lovey-dovey life
uh. maybe im just irritating the fuck out of him.
as a potential girlfriend..
that’s no good papas.
i mean why spend 2 hours on IM with my little sister and ignore my messages?
fuck this.
im not going to get played.
fuck him.