I love seeing people walking by with little smiles on their face because something small happened that made them happy. Maybe they got a cute text, maybe they got laid, maybe they killed a man. You will never know.
Posted 2 days ago
but it’s hard. She doesn’t really want to be my friend, but she wants to be a mother. Her culture is like a square and mine is like a donut: it doesn’t fit. It seems like all we do is fight and I can never say anything without her saying something negative…