I wish you were here to hold my hand
I’m glad you’re as crazy as I am
I feel bad about that
I wish you were here to hold my hand
I threw a glass at the refrigerator when you asked me to be your girlfriend
I’m glad I’m your girlfriend
There was glass everywhere
I laughed… a lot
My roommates did not laugh
I laughed even more
You’re a dork
Sometimes at night I hate you
But that’s because I like you
I don’t like that I like you
I’m not good at liking people
I wish you were here to hold my hand
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
I wish you were here to hold my hand
I’m glad you’re as crazy as I am
I feel bad about that
I wish you were here to hold my hand
I threw a glass at the refrigerator when you asked me to be your girlfriend
I’m glad I’m your girlfriend
There was glass everywhere
I laughed… a lot
My roommates did not laugh
I laughed even more
You’re a dork
Sometimes at night I hate you
But that’s because I like you
I don’t like that I like you
I’m not good at liking people
I wish you were here to hold my hand
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