"whatever" fuck off
"leave me alone" please don't
"im fine" we're not
"sorrryyyy" she isn't
"I'm sorry" she actually feels bad
"shut up" keep talking
"I'm not mad at you" she's mad but doesn't wanna talk about it
"Hi" doesn't wanna convo with you
"Hey" wants to talk with you
—
ikr, girls are stressful.
Girls: Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know
that you would die without them... it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to
you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.
