Let’s be honest.
I liked you for a split second. I was under the influence and sometimes I wonder if I was drunk our entire relationship. I always knew I was the cuter one of us two and you’re welcome for making people think you could get a girl this hot, but time’s up.
The combination of camo pants, man boobs, and your Club Dodgeball membership is repulsive. Unique and certainly not a list of characterstics we see everyday, but probably for good reason.
So let’s be honest: thinking of you makes me vom in my mouth a little.
