Trash bag.
Whatever the shit it, he’s just not that into you. Not a surprise ei? Well then move on betch.
I used to waste my tears crying over guys, or arseholes and believe it or not.. If I could measure how deep are my tears, I would say it’s as deep as the deep blue ocean. Meaning to say that I have cried like nobody’s business all my fucken love life.
Girls, do u think that he’s for real if he’s been acting like a chipsmore? What, love? He will google on you when he feels like it then yahoo u like a freakin net whenever he needs you?
How many times do u wanna be treated like a freakin trash bag? Speaking of which, those plastic materials seems to cost more than u; and do u really think so? I’m worth my own life. So what about u, girls?