It’s one thing to say you don’t want to see me anymore, even if we were suppose to go out on a special occasion. I can’t accept seeing Facebook posts not even a day later about someone else and seeing pictures.
I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise.
T’was a nice idea while it lasted.
I am Jack’s inconsolable rage.
My phone has a glitch where it always shows I have one new message. Every time I check there isn’t a message. My phone is trolling me.