When your ex best friend messages you out of the blue. I remember you leaving your vehicle at the airport and hugging me goodbye. Saying you would never leave your little jc.
Jara like sara.
How are me and connor suppost to wingman for eachother, if we can’t possibly go to the same club to do so.
Connor needs to hurry the fuck home. He just told me he has to take care of himself, so ugly people don’t look down on him for the potential that he has a beautiful person. “You know it’s true.” Fucking conceded bastard.