I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people
I actually had a dream about this but I had an entire book of stats and facts. I looked a how many times i said the word “Like”.
it’s so funny that you make yourself so small and deem yourself less important than your perfect boyfriend that “makes out and eats pizza”, and then once your boyfriend dumps you after 6 months, you’re in shambles drunk texting him begging for him to come back. Sounds like you have to raise your standards and self respect. like 6 months? I’ve had makeup longer than you’re relationship. You don’t need his small dick to complete you. He was basic as fuck and if you can’t see that then you are too.