He asks me if it feels okay so I tell him for the hundredth time that I hate his stupid ugly voice and then make puking sounds and mime blowing my brains out with a handgun to let him know I’m really serious about maybe wanting to break up with him.
You sound like my mom. I’m afraid, so I’ll go now.
*Licks finger and touches this story* Tssssssssst!
Good piece. The emotion is all over. Thanks for the read.
You sound like my mom. I’m afraid, so I’ll go now.
*Licks finger and touches this story* Tssssssssst!
Good piece. The emotion is all over. Thanks for the read.