It’s not you, it’s me.
No gifts, please.
I hope we can still be friends.
If you have something to say, I wish you’d just say it to my face.
The trickle-down theory.
The one we all tell ourselves*;
“All the petty stupid evil shit** that I do to you is completely justified because I’m mad at you / I don’t like you”
- Yup, even you and me.
** That we would be shocked and horrified if other people did.
“oh you don’t need to do that!” - fake refusal of money being offered
Dating, etc:
I’ll call you
My phone was off
I don’t do one night stands
I just got tested
I don’t use condoms
I have to get up really early
I only smoke sometimes
I’m single
Those cuts on my arm? My cat did that.