Talk to me. Gain feelings. Real conversations. Cute smiles. This allll could’ve been perfect a few months ago.

That works.

There’s no space.

The simplest of things will always frustrate me the most.

It feels refreshing knowing I don’t care now. Not having to make sure I look presentable. Not having to worry if you’re around. Not having to worry about embarrassing myself. Doesn’t matter anymore cause I realized what kind of person you are. So I don’t care anymore.

Don’t be fake to me. I know.

Friendship, right? Okay. You did this, I’ll do the same back.

ohshnaapallison:

You fucked up my feelings. Go choke on your own damn dick