We’re girls.
We get jealous, we will hate that mother fucker who spams your facebook, we tend to assume things, our imaginations go wild. Every second you take to reply, thousands of things goes through our heads; who you talking to? Is it that mother fucker bitch? We start assuming, and this is when we get insecure. But then… we’ll try comfort ourselves, we’ll think back to our conversations and make ourself believe you ain’t that type of guy. So don’t disappoint us.
