Tue
Jul
21
People from the past…
If you’re asking for my phone number right after I find out that some chick broke into your e-mail, pretended to be you, and sent me a message saying you were getting married, you shouldn’t be confused when I hesitate to give you the digits. It’s not that I don’t want to see you. It’s that I don’t want some crazy bitch coming after my ass. I’m a pussy that way.
