Like a boss.
Ohh jeez, I’m trying so hard not to laugh out loud at the junk on my dash right now.
My boss probably thinks I’m about to have a seizure, I’m so bad at trying to keep a straight face.
Fuuuuu
I’m struggling with the question of whether he really is incapable of love like he says, or just incapable of loving me.
Maybe the problem isn’t even him, but that I’m so damn impossible to love in the first place.
That may be a little more plausible.