I Want To Be That Psycho Girlfriend
Well, from now on, call me psycho.
Well, from now on, call me psycho.
I hate hipsters and their overbearing, tiresome ways. Or at least, I really used to. Let me explain.
I care endlessly about what you think about me.
It all started with a pink toothbrush sitting next to yours.
I don’t know how to be untruthful about myself.
I always find it ironic that the people I know who retweet these accounts are the ones who fail to react to anything with any emotion. They’re completely unemotionally responsive and just say “meh” to things, like dead-inside robots who aren’t programmed for emotional awareness.
Who says you can’t “feel it all” just because you now work a 9-5 and regularly fraternize with people closer in age to your dad than yourself?
Dating someone for a long time means your lives get intertwined, kind of like the dirty clothes hamper you share together.
Don’t give up. It takes time.
“But guys are ALWAYS raring to go, right? They NEVER have to fake it.” But we do, ladies.