He doesn’t care. Because if he did he would at least try to talk to me, so why am I still sitting here thinking shit could work out.
"i cant sleep"
BITCH IF I FUCKING KNEW, I WOULD’VE FIXED IT ALREADY AND GONE THE FUCK TO BED LIKE????
one hand on the steering wheel, the other on her inner thigh
Or in my bag of takis.
I have to admit that what hurts the most is the fact that I’m trying to reach out to him and I get completely ignored. Oh but that bitch comes around and like always he pays more attention to her. Idgaf who she is. Why didn’t he call all fucking night on Saturday when he needed someone if she means that much to him. I’m done feeling like shit over this it’s not fair to me.
me: what’s for dinner?
her: *spreads her legs*
so, did you not cook or ….. cause popeyes closes at 10 and i need to leave now if i’m gon make it.
sneak peek from 50 shades of grey!!