He tried to get into me and I said no. You would just go mad anyway. And somehow it would be my fault. You invite your friends over that I don't want here. Get to fuck I'm moving tomorrow and you will have to reel it in or I am out blackmail or no
I wish you would stop looking at me with rose lenses and notice my red flags. Stop making me a sweet soft girl. I can handle myself, I’m independent, I like working, I hate having to explain myself all the time. You care but don’t see beyond my skin. I wish our convos weren’t sex based most of the time.
In the same sense I’m sorry I’m not the girl you see me to be, you are very sweet and you just want that back. I don’t know why I’m angry with your affection.