I don’t know what I want to do with the rest of my life, I have a hard enough time deciding what I want for dinner.
I don’t want to be forced into making decisions that I cannot undo.
I like my freedom.
I don’t want to be trapped.
I am always going to be more obstinate than you could be prepared for.
I’ll drive you crazy with my hot and cold moods.
You won’t own me.
You’ll make me laugh by singing that damn song. I know I pretend to hate it… but I really kinda like it.
You called me beautiful, brilliant, and outrageously funny before you told me to go to work. Granted I was really late.
So, I am going to attempt to maintain my cool and collected exterior. Shut up, I am cool. You have no idea what I am thinking. Stop smirking at me. I can feel it. You can’t read my poker face.
I guess it’s no secret.
I really do like you. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell you.