I don’t even want to see you when you come.
Don’t even try to ask me to hang out.
I’ll shoot you down like a mother fucker.
I’m not talking to him anymore.
I’m just not.
I’m tired of not knowing FOR SURE how he feels.
She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening.’ I asked her why and she said, ‘They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you.’