- the one where I’m out-going and loud.
- the one where I’m shy and quiet as fuck
- the one where I hate everyone and every little thing bothers me.
Stop bragging. I don’t care. It doesn’t make you any more appealing to me. Actually, as a matter of fact, it repulses me. YOU repulse me. You are gross, you are rude, you are egotistical, your are self important and I couldn’t give a single fuck about you or your, “oh so important job.”
How dare you put me in this position?? This is not fair in the slightest. You think this is making me happy? You think by disregarding what I say and just doing what YOU want, you think everything will be all fucking rainbows and unicorns?!
Not all ideas are good ones. Especially not yours. ESPECIALLY when no matter what I say you don’t listen.
“Do you like the color orange?”
“No not really”
“Aah, I see. So it’s your favorite color you say?”
“No actually…I just said I don’t really like it. I really DO NOT like it.”
“I will take you to a famous museum filled with orange things.”
I hate you. You hear only what you want to.
I will never be your girlfriend.
Go suck a cactus.