I almost started reading a book for you. Just so I could say that I read it.
Maybe I thought it'd make me seem more attractive to you?
This is after watching that stupid movie about the stupid book you said make you cry. I hated it. But I lied and said it touched my heart. So sue me.
I guess I'm no better than you. Except for my amazing taste in the arts. Note: Impress girls in the future with other films that make you appear less like an overly emotional woman.
I'm smarter than you. How to do you crawl under my skin and ruin my day? I don't want to read your books, or hear about your music. Also, if you shave your head again, I simply won't be able to look you in the eyes. Or anywhere else for that matter.
Don't tell me you'll stay in the morning.
P.S. I'm going to read that book just to prove you wrong.
And you know how much I love to read.
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