fucking boys…
i don’t understand boys. at all. “oh, i’m just going to hardcore flirt with you and grab your ass and ask to see you topless but then i’m going to say i’m not interested in you as anything more than a friend.” excuse me sir, ILLOGICAL.
AND THEN!
“oh, i don’t like you. sorry. but let me act like i like you and send you music videos for songs that make it seem like i like you and i’ll talk to you every day and make you feel for me more and more each day.”
jesus christ, boys….
Pieces of Lace 