That really awful, guy wrenching moment when you realize there’s more truth behind a situation than you ever thought their could be.
You know what I hate? When people get pissed off when you tell them you don’t want them to touch you. Like excuse me, I don’t actually want you to touch my arm. I don’t want a hug right now. I don’t give a shit if you’re family. I don’t care if the phrase “I don’t want to be touched” puts you off. Just don’t fucking touch me.
I really and truly will never understand men. You start pursuing dating, you go out on dates, you talk all this hype about these grand adventures and then you freak out because it’s “happening too fast” like bitch YOU made it happen that way. YOU are the one that needs to calm down.
Don’t make me out to be the bad guy by being a normal human being.