Don’t speak, liar.
I’m sorry. I like you a lot. I think you’re cute and funny, and I’d really like to try things with you. As much as I like you, though, you can’t keep breaking plans. I’m a human with a very breakable heart. You keep sending me mixed feelings and it’s absolutely awful. Just some consistency is all I ask. Please.
And don’t tell me I’m fucking beautiful. I’ve heard enough shit for one lifetime. Save it for someone else.
