Mostly because I have known him for 4 or some odd years, and never once shed a tear in front of him. And it was weird because he was okay with it. I almost expected him to cringe away and run in fear because he didn't know how to act towards a girl crying over stupid shit.
God. PMS blows.
Not that what I wasn't upset over wasn't genuinely sad, but still. Really? I didn't even expect to have that conversation until about June or July. Oiiiiii.
C'mon Meg, get your act together.
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