| | 11: 46 p.m. | |
Me:
Hey...listen. I'm sorry how I acted towards you yesterday. I was in a bad mood, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you. It was very rude of me. And my mama raised me better than that. So...yeah. I hope you forgive me. Cuz if you do turn out to be a psychotic killer, I don't want you coming after me because I was rude towards you.
Murderer:
Wow, mia...that's the longest message i have gotten from you. You really must be sorry...
Me:
Yeah...I am. So...am I forgiven?
Murderer:
There's nothing to forgive. I wasn't even offended in any way. I understood that you needed space. Sometimes we all do.
Me:
tHEN WHY DIDN'T YOU TEXT ME TODAY??? I WAS SO DAMN WORRIED, YOU FUCKER!!! And since when were you Mr. Wise-Guy?
Murderer:
HAHAHAHAHA!!! I was busy today, thank you very much! And life does that to you.
Me:
Are you on drugs?
Murderer:
What makes you say that?
Me:
Cuz you're full of all this deep shit today.
Murderer:
You'll never know~
Me:
So a psychotic killer, and a druggie...wow, the list keeps getting better.
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