KILLCRASH!

I met a girl. I met a girl. I MET A GIRL.

and she’s smart.

She’s pretty.

She yells at me and pretends to treat me like shit and I just tell her that her eyes are really beautiful cause they totally are and she tells me that I look like Ryan from the OC when I totally don’t.

But I know she likes me.

cause she now loves to kiss me, and I love to kiss her, but I still like it when she’s yelling “No, fuck you!” in my face cause I stole her phone and hid it in the cash desk.

I don’t know how this happened.

I fall for girls who are there to use me up and spit me out and make me feel like shit.

even if this girl tried she couldn’t cause I know that every silly insult she sends across the store to me is her saying something nice and we’re both far too awkward for words.

I like her so much. I want to stroke her head while she falls asleep in my arms and wake her up in the morning with a kiss on the cheek and a cup of tea.

you’re too beautiful for me.