I feel like part of a mass breakup, where you sleep over a friend’s house and won’t/can’t stop talking about your ex. Everything you hate but will also miss. And then complaining because your friend doesn’t have the right kind of coffee. 🙂
I feel like part of a mass breakup, where you sleep over a friend’s house and won’t/can’t stop talking about your ex. Everything you hate but will also miss. And then complaining because your friend doesn’t have the right kind of coffee. 🙂
It’s dope that you can edit titles on here though, right?
Amazingly so. I only have to be a Big Idiot for a few minutes vs a lifetime role.