Life is like a video game, you get to choose which difficulty level you wanna spawn in. I choose hardcore so when I die I’m out, bitches.
Five years later…
I’m moving out.
Stranger; “If you would describe the majority of your past love relationships.”
Me; “Fake friends with benefits; Hooah.”
And that’s all you ought to know whether I’m a hello, or a goodbye person.
Stranger; “How did you make it.”
Me; “An inch is needed away from the corners.”