that's one thing
people always say to me when they see
me
on the streets. they're like "oh, you made me
cry!" i mean, i don't know how to respond to that.
i'm just like "oh, i'm sorry! here's tissues
on me.."
my dad: *yelling at the
tv* me: you're
yelling like the players are actually gonna
listen to you. my dad:
you're in love with a boy that
doesn't know you exist. me: me: don't
talk to me