*texts back 3 weeks later* sorry I fell asleep
I can always rely on people to tell me what I’m doing wrong and point out all my faults.
Wish I wasn’t so stupid
If you don’t care about me do me a favor and don’t pretend like you do. Because I just might make the mistake of believing you
there’s nothing more satisfying than being an asshole in mario kart
when you’re talking about something you love and someone immediately starts saying how terrible it is
when ur bra and undies match and ur just like Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin’ right Fuckin’ right, all right Hell yeah Hell yeah, hell yeah Fuckin’ right Fuckin’ right, all right
I have finally found a guy friend who treats me like a dude and let’s me act comfortable, doesn’t wanna get in my pants and can share his deepest/darkest thoughts with just me…
why do people frown upon this friendship that I hold dearly to me?
It’s like people would prefer me depressed, alone and struggling to make it through each day.
I think what I’ve been lacking is a friendship like this.
I have a beautiful best friend, who needs time with her boyfriend and other mates… a perfect boyfriend who needs space from me every so often so I don’t drive him insane…
this guy knows he’ll never replace them; I know he’ll never measure up either.
It’s just someone to let out every little frustration small or big to sort my shit out and relax from bullshit demons I face.
nothing more than a friendship.
Putting on your bra when your skin is wet is like wrestling with satan