lusty details of a 20-something: a rant about nothing you care to read about
I hate that I spent meticulous time planning small idiosyncrasies to make you smile.
like so simple.
I was fixated on getting a smile.and you were over there brooding on how to dump me
or how to fake it another day
and it infuriates me. I feel like I fell for a robot. I’m simply not…
