I have to ask one simple question, and please feel free to answer me honestly. What is so fucking hard about standing up, taking two to three steps forward, opening a door, and asking someone to please quiet down? Would that not some how be more polite than simply screaming for a person to shut the fuck up from the next room over like some temper tantrumed little child? Call me crazy, but I'm thinking the one who preaches about my boyfriends lack of common curteosy is kind of failing in that department herself.
Agh. Four more fucking days, and I will be delighted to say I no longer live in this apartment, but rather two floors up in a brand new apartment, hopefully with better circumstances, and a better sense of fucking communcation.
GAH!









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check out my cupcakes!
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Metro station - Seventeen Forever
We're one mistake from being together
But let's not ask why it's not right
You won't be seventeen forever
And we can get away with this tonight
i love you.
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Maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me.
And afterall, you're my wonderwall.
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check out my cupcakes!
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Metro station - Seventeen Forever
We're one mistake from being together
But let's not ask why it's not right
You won't be seventeen forever
And we can get away with this tonight
i love you.
--
Maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me.
And afterall, you're my wonderwall.
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Maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me.
And afterall, you're my wonderwall.
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Maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me.
And afterall, you're my wonderwall.
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