He called me up out of the blue, and told me we had to talk. When he first started speaking I legit thought he was just going to straight up dump me(everything had been going great). Then, outta no where he tells me that he doesn’t understand why I don’t fix this one tooth that’s crooked. *newsflash. TONS of people have at least 1 crooked tooth*
Then he went on to tell me that when he looks at me he thinks to himself either “Eh, ok.” or “It brings me to the point that I want to cry.” Thanks for calling me ugly D-Bag, but I look SO much better without you!
