Photo: Focus
I intended to begin this post with: men are rubber bands – annoying rubber bands. But I paused for awhile and settled on this: aren’t we all rubber bands?
L got me on this loop of thought (once again). You always do this rubberband thing, and it hurts in a “then don’t even bother in the first place” way. I’m almost used to it, but honestly, I dread it. Each time I tell myself, I’ll be less nice the next time, but I’m a softie and I can’t. But this time, I’ve something to say.
Stop rubber band-ing me if you can’t even keep up a conversation you started. There, I said it.
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hmmmmmm, tell me more! it’s been really hectic these days, but i def will talk to you more on gchat once exams end.. btw, jeremy was looking at tiffany and co the other day, and I was like – if pahm saw this, she would just SO MELT!!!!! lol