If I’ve been ignoring your calls, texts, messages online, it means STOPPP.
Or at least don’t wonder why I’m sounding like such a bitch to you when I do decide to talk. I mean seriously. 20 unanswered texts a day, for the last fucking week, is a little damn excessive. On the occasion that I don’t snap at you, don’t be so damn clingy.
“Will you miss me when you’re in Japan?”
I’m not gone yet but no, not really.
“Aw, you’re not going to be around tomorrow! We will miss you! Will you miss me?”
Again, not if you keep bugging me! :D
“I’m coming home from the Norton Simon right now!”
That’s fantastic! Go tell Twitter!
“I just wanted to help”
That’s wonderful, really. And when I want it, I will ask for your help.
“Wanna hear a great song?”
No. You probably think Weezer is still cool.
. . .
I WILL CLAW YOUR FACE OFF SERIOUSLY.
