You keep saying all these things to me, yet saying I am the one who needs to move on. I am confused…
You’re messaging me, I feel you really need to reevaluate yourself…
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
Por Que senor.
I really could not careless as to what a grey face has to say