if you don’t wanna talk to me, just tell me. don’t ignore me and then make up pussy excuses as to why you haven’t answered in three hours.
you’re my boyfriend. you have to trust me if you want any of this to work out.
i don’t care how much you say you like me. i swear to god you will get sick of me. everyone does after a while. nothing lasts anymore, baby.
i don’t like commitment.. /: