I want you to sing in front of a crowd to prove my point and to humiliate you.
That's so wrong.
I wanted you to sing because I love hearing you sing that song.
My aim was not to humiliate you, you're not just a toy. Now, you probably think
I treat you as a toy.
I'm upset over something silly. I bought a keyring for you and you don't use it.
You complain it's too big for your pocket. You manage to fit your mobile and keys inside so why not a keyring?
No more excuses, just tell me as it is.
1 comment:
Dear, you have no idea how much of a pain in the ass a chunky keyring can be. I have the same number of keys as my mum sans keyring. Mine sit perfectly inside my pocket; mum's jab me in the leg on a regular basis.
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