Listening to: The Writer - Ellie Goulding
Wow, you sure can drive a good thing into the ground real fast, can't you?
I get it. For some reason, you're excited to talk to me. I also don't get it, because I'm not that interesting. Whatever. We clicked, or had chemistry, or whatever the hell you want to call it.
Do not text me more than once, asking if I'm there. Do not send me messages when I don't get back to you right away--you're not the only person I'm chatting with, and sometimes I don't want to reply right away, so do not pressure me into this because I will run away faster than you can blink.
Fuck, why do people do this all the time?
Let me set the boundaries, or I'm going to cut you off without warning, and that's a bitchy thing to do and I don't care because if I don't want to, there's nothing you can say to make me change my mind. And I really like you, so far, so please, please don't fuck this up.
Ha, Katherine. Look at you passing your problems off onto everyone else. God, you've gotten good at this, haven't you?