First message
Jesus fucking christ. Here she is, bitching about something else. She doesn’t even reay know what she’s even mad about. I groan in frustration and light a cigarette before glaring at her. If you’re so fucking done then leave. You know where the fucking door is.She throws a pillow at me and I throw my hands up in exasperation and turn around as she starts yelling more about how she doesn’t care. Just fucking lies. She knows she doesn’t want anyone else, she’s just too prideful to admit it.