I literally hate any one being hating me.. for whatever reason.
Especially when we used to be so close. I offerred to explain what happened, but you say you need time to think… you don’t.
The choices were made, I left the apartment because of so many different reasons the majority of every one agrees with. I hate friendships ending for no fucking reason, talking mad shit like you have a place to say it.. and judging me like you said you’d never do.. like also assuming things about me. I don’t deserve feeling like the whole fucking world hates me, just because you do
My dog understands the word “No,” so how are you going to tell me teenage boys don’t know the difference between rape and consent?
You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us on instagram. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.