realtalk.

you're drunk.
yeah, yeah, yeah, i know you said you're tipsy.
whatever.
you're drunk.

and despite that, you're still asking the same damn questions about why we can't be together.

[ sighs ]

just stop.
all this damn pressuring ish ain't cool.
everytime we talk, it's gotta be some reference to me being wifey, or you asking if i love you, or you telling me we gotta chill together someday.
every. single. time.
it's not fun.

i'm still tryna deal with other things, with myself, and the last thing i need is you on my back all the time telling me that we need to be together.
i can't deal with that.

i'm effing FAILING a class and all you can do is basically tell me that it's my fault and i ned to apply myself. really? it's like that?

just stop. please.




pAce.