“Whatever. I don’t care.” “But maybe I do.” “You do not,” he spits. “That’s a cop-out. You’re just looking for an excuse not to step out of your comfort zone! Shit got ugly and you bailed on me again.” “How is this a surprise to you? I don’t like to owe people. You know this. I hate feeling like an ungrateful little bitch.” “So don’t be one!” he roars. “And I’m not talking about money. That’s beyond your control. When it comes to love, you’re a fucking miser. Like it would kill you to admit that you care.”
Is this how I look too? :/
