if you don’t think i’m cute that’s your problem not mine
Daniel read this:
He’s just some random guy I go to cosmetology school with. Literally. I’ve never seen him a day in my life before this.
It’s constant. It’s everyday. And the catty shit I can deal with. But trying to slam a door into me. The only reason…
My hand missed him by an inch. And I had to walk away. Believe me. I have fought before, so yes I do have “experience.” But If I hit him first. I’ll get kicked out. And I’m trying my hardest to NOT fuck up this opportunity. As long as he DOES NOT touch me. We will be fine. But you’re right. It’s getting worse and worse. So I’m just waiting. I’m trying to play my cards right. All I need is one touch. No matter what it is. All I need is ONE finger to touch me. And I could demolish him without loosing my education.
I am loosing my ability to restrain myself. My hand came an inch from pulling him out of the door frame back into the hallway to fight him. One day soon, I’m not going to be able to calm down. I’m trying my hardest. But I know. I’m going to end up fucking him up.
I’m sorry I forgot you’re better than me because you swallow cum for BMW’s.