Itd be nice if I could go 3 days without an existential crisis. I blame your boyfriend. As long as you keep hiding behind him, im gonna make your life a living hell. At least until next month when theres no more anxiety. Then either we never talk to each other again, or I cut your boyfriend’s d*** off, depending on how it goes. I put in so much hard work for you and you just ended up being a stupid c*** afterall. Im not even the bad guy, you guys are.