i cant tell if you’re ignoring me or actually just doing work…you’re always so passive and im expected to read your mind and magically know whats going on or whether you’re joking or not. you cant wait either. if you text me, and i dont respond within a minute, you send me a bunch of aggravated texts then decide that im too busy wrapped up in my illustrious social life to give you the time of day.
first of, IM ALWAYS DOING HOMEWORK. i dont know what you’re doing that lets you harass me all day long on my phone, but i dont have that kind of liberty.
second, patience is a virtue. fucking calm your tits. ive never known anyone to be this obsessive and impatient before over fucking text messages.
third, dont write off my emotion. just because i dont text back quick doesnt mean i dont love you or that im flaking on you to talk to horeds of men and giggly friends. what even
you always play the victim, but with no sense of compassion
“today, it became clearer to me the difference between ”crush” and “in love”. a crush is cute and are an overall good person. you like them, but you couldnt really see yourself with them. but being in love hurts. you want to be with them every second and you pray to god they feel the same way. you dont just love them, you hate them, and admire them. everything reminds you of them. crushes are so easy, so pointless. but love fucking sucks”
damn haha i remember writing this. freshman year was a real drag
asdfghjksdfghjk my name is his password.
“no one can create a multi million dollar empire on home economics alone without invoking dark forces” -my mom
so earlier today my parents were arguing over whether halloween is a post office holiday since the mail hadnt come yet.
later that evening i was heading out with a friend and we saw my mom hunched over, pulling some mail out of the mail box. she looks at us and says “dont tell your dad the mail came”
“whys that?”
“…so i can be right”
