the beat.
k woah. i do not remember talk of mcdonalds breakfast what so ever. you on crack?
and also. are you refering to me doing the “i dont like you” thing? cause it sounds very much like something i would do. and i hope you were not being sarcastic, because it really is the best way to wake up. because my saying i dont like you, i really mean hey, i love ya.
and this bed sounds creepy. let me get it straight. theres a second bed that rolls out from underneath? thats fucked. what if somehow i roll back underneath the bed in the night time? and theres spiders & shit all over the place in Halifax. so watch, i’ll roll out the bed and BAMN! millions of spiders hiding in the sheets. not my kind of cozy sleep.
in other news, the girl who was supposed to drive us to mtl hit a jaguar yesterday and cant go now! sooo two days before the trip and we are like …wtf mate?
in other other news, i woke up to this message in my inbox:
“i am soo sorry i came home late and went to bed i know im an ass but i just woke up now. i understand if you hate me.”
…yeah fuck that. i’ve had enough of this “i fell asleep” bullshit. if you had any respect for me, youd set a damn alarm to wake up. or dont fucking tell me you have time to see me when you cleary had other plans. ugh. im so done with his bullshit. it just sucks that now i actually do hate him. but atleast i hate this new person and not the person i dated for 9 months. but either way it still gives me a sort of toxic memory of what we had.
have a good day lover. we’ll chat later.
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