“You know what, Eli? Screw you. I’m not going to let you talk like that to me.” I stalk away, down the stairs of the patio, hating Eli, hating Paul, above all, hating myself for the way—
She is not concerned at all that shes doing all this meesiness during her brothers wedding... I know its supposed to be problematic but she is way too childish at 23 lowkey...
